Return to Telemark

sheep_sm.jpgI’ve been out travelling in “real” Norway! Yes, I took another visit to Telemark, a part of Norway I’ve written about before. This time I was not with a busload of Americans, and I had a working camera. The mist prevented much in the way of photography, but here you can see an old wooden house that stands on my friend Ingebjørg’s farm. It’s either from the 1100s or 1300s – and, it’s said, definitely not from the 1200s.

sheep_lg.jpgCan you see the sheep? They’re rebel sheep who seemed to be immune to electric fences and decided to have a munch of forbidden grass of the garden. One look at me though, and they fled. Anyway, the sheep were only visiting here for the summer. Autumn has come and now they’re on another farm. They left behind them a brownish-looking field, quite a contrast from the green garden. Ingebjørg told me they eat all the green grass and leave the brown.
I was relieved to get out of Oslo – or even Lower Grünerløkka – for a few days. Less distractions, less people, less of a hectic ballet before my eyes. Ingebjørg didn’t agree. “You were reading the grass,” she said.

Barry Kavanagh writes fiction, and has made music, formerly with Dacianos.

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