I’m sitting outside in shorts and a t-shirt writing this. The sun is blazing down and it feels like it’s 25 degrees outside, it’s not, it’s below 20 but sun cream is on and I’ve been working most of today in a T-shirt and even the accidental shower I gave myself with the hose was on the pleasant side of cold.
Right now I’m the only one outside, everyone else is having the post-meal rest. We eat dinner at 3pm here and every day, no matter how busy people are there is a lull of activity after the meal. Life here follows gentle rules, very little feels rushed, Everything is allowed to take its time. the only time I have felt at all under pressure is when Klara the Candian (not so mini) mini pig gets into the garden and I’ve had to try to chase her out.
I spent most of my work time in the garden. It makes a change to be working outside to the song of birds and the rustling of the wind in the trees. The valley the farm is situated it had a little over 10 houses, most are at the end by the lake the rest belong to the family of the farm and are scattered about the land a short distance away. The road has so few cars on it when they do come they seem as loud as airplanes do at home. On days the sun is shining I don’t think there could be a more idyllic place. No matter what I want to be outside here, it feels a world away from London.
I’ve been away for a little over two weeks but it feels longer, home and the routine that comes with it seems like another world, commuting an hour to work, the rush of people, the traffic on the roads, the sirens of ambulances and police cars as they rush past, it all feels like another reality that I have no desire to get back to.
I got used to the pace of life here easily, I take pleasure in the beauty of my surroundings and things like collecting eggs from the chickens every day make me smile. There is a simplicity here as well and the peace. Most of the food I cook for myself comes from the farm. The nearest shop is 8km away and I’m waiting for someone to help me adjust the bike seat before I can realistically get there on my own. At home, I’m used to being within 1o minutes of a shop at all time. Anything you want can be found easily. Being here has reminded me that some things that are so easy to take for granted are actually luxuries. Chocolate tastes so much better when it’s hard to get hold of and super expensive to buy.
After running in at 100mph the first week I have slowed down a bit, not I’m not going to see all of Lofoten but I will be awake enough to enjoy the bits that I do see. Last week Tove (who owns the farm) took me on a cheese delivery run to Solvaer it’s an hour in the car and the scenery is dramatic the whole way, while on Vestagoy the mountains shelter farmland on most of the other islands in the archipelago the mountains dominate.
I join the family on the 17th of May celebrations. The National day in Norway is taken very seriously, it’s not something I have witnessed before and I was surprised to find myself part of the local parade.
My time here is moving quickly, the end of May is already approaching and I’m over 1/3 of the way through my stay here. I’m as relaxed as I’ve been in a long time and there are still so my mountains to climb!
The girl with the braid in her hair xxx