Winter is coming. Except at 70 degrees North, that is so much more than a family creed from Game of Thrones. And here it doesn’t take more than 5 seasons to arrive.
In Northern Norway, winter comes quickly. We were warned of the approaching storm by Roger who was on his way to Stavanger to teach. We picked up things that were in danger of being carried off by the wind or waves, and we settled in to enjoy the (occasionally) storm force 8 winds.
It was an incredible storm. It made work difficult, and sleep impossible. The clouds shrouded the mountains across the fjord for three solid days, even the plateau behind the farm house remained covered.
The wind lifted the membrane off of parts of the fields, and knocked down signs. it ripped the walls of the tent to shreds. The waves crashed into the carrot field, and lifted up and moved the cast-iron bathtub on the beach. Ill have to explain why there is a bathtub on the beach at some point.
Seemingly all at once though, the storm was over, the clouds lifted and we saw what had been going on while were hiding inside.
Another benefit of the storm was that seaweed was carried up on shore. We use seaweed to fertilize the soil in the potato field, so its important to collect it before the tide carries it out again.
Winter is coming, which means that post-work runs will soon be post-work skiis. But for now, I can still tuck my pants into my wool socks and wear out my running shoes.