Norwegian Moments: Rock & Troll
‘You see those rocks? The ones sitting on top of the mountain?’ He points at the ridge line. ‘They’re not rocks, they’re trolls.’
Norwegian Moments: Seagulls
I have this thing for birds sitting on top of poles. Telephone poles, lamp posts, ship masts. Plop a bird on top of a spindly peak and I will stop and stare. Why? I have no idea, have never really given it much thought before – until …
Romantically Ruined: Vesterålen Norway
Summer is achingly sweet here in Bø. The sleepy months of winter are long, leaving little time for life to dilly-dally when the days begin to warm up.
The Fine Art of Talking About …
I do not talk with most of the people I meet on the road about this blog. A small number find out about the sketching and painting, if we hang out long enough I am bound to pull out my journal and start doodling something. Some ask if I have an online space, I will chuckle and admit I have a blog, ‘Just like every other traveller these days.’ But the treading lightly bit? That part I am shy about.
Applause for Street Art
I spent one night in Salerno. A stop meant as an in between moment, no expectations, it just happened to be where the next bed was after a day visiting Italy’s Amalfi coastline before continuing on to Rome.
