The only rain we had was on the way there. One minute it would be pouring down and the next it was bright sunshine again.
This was our first sight of the Atlantic.
The friends we stayed with came and met us half way and then led us to our final destination on the island of Froya, in the far west of Norway. We had walkie talkies with us, one in each car and were given a running commentary on the sights, depth of tunnels, where to watch out for speed cameras and where to look out for deer etc. It was a good trip.
This was our first sight of the Atlantic.
The friends we stayed with came and met us half way and then led us to our final destination on the island of Froya, in the far west of Norway. We had walkie talkies with us, one in each car and were given a running commentary on the sights, depth of tunnels, where to watch out for speed cameras and where to look out for deer etc. It was a good trip.
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The weather appears to match the dramatic scenery in Norway? It looks a handsome country. Is that the right word ?
It's quite dramatic. The mountains seem to drop straight down into the sea, in many places they are so precipitous that there are no trees or soil.
Great photos Nea. The top one looks like a painting.
What a great week-end trip.
Your photo of the atlantic has a cloud shaped like an anvil hanging over the sea. Thor's perhaps?
Most portentious Mike! I've just traced the Herrick line back from the Grants to Eyryk The Red, born about 950 to Thorvald in Noraway (sic), married Thorhild and died in Leicestershire England. One of his descendants, Henry Eyryk was a forester about 130 years post Norman conquest at Great Stretton 2 miles from here.
and the Vword is guesso
When you say "first view of the atlantic" do you mean "first view of North Korea's nuclear testing waters"?!
Probably Ed, but only because their launch vehicle fell short of America. I thought I'd seen that cloud formation before!
I don't think it's the Koreans, NATO wouldn't surprise me tho.
Ref title :
From quiet homes and first beginning,
Out to the undicovered ends,
ther's nothing worth the work of winning,
Save laughter and the love of friends.
Wish I could remember where that's from. It's always been one of my favourite lines of poetry. Much love, Pa
I think that's Hilaire Belloc Mike, but I don't know the rest of it, sorry. Wasn't he foreign? He wrote jolly good English though.
You could be right about NATO Pooh, they are experts at 'Freindly Fire'.
Belloc it is, and me thinks it is only 4 lines.
Odd how comforting "friendly fire" sounds.
Yes, you're right about the author, but (from memory) I think it is part of a longer poem. Wouldn't put money on it though.
Love, Pa.
'Pooter thinks friendly fire is OK too, giving the v-word 'reareshu'
which I take to mean, 'Sorry we shot you in the back, we can't bring you back to life, but we can re-are-shu.
(re-arse you!)
Highly re-ass-uring! but I don't much care for posthumous plastic surgery.
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