Poets are often overlooked & under-rated. Certainly in these days of ear-through-ear music. Superceded by the lyricists. Some, in themselves, no lesser poets.
- We wandered lonely, us two cheeses
- Along roads that flow o’er vales and hills
- And those we pass and all at once
- Between the verges and the fields
- We find they’re filled
- With hosts of . . . golden dandelions!
- Fluttering and dancing
- And that pleases, us two cheeses
The Norwegians have missed a trick. Under severe conditions, around a dozen vineyards currently coax their land into yielding up a suitable grape variety, worthy for consumption. Yet right under their Nordic Noses, they have a massive natural supply that springs up every spring.
Today starts wet and ends wet. We’re getting quite used to it – NOT. Our journey to Trysilelva Camping has two highlights. One, Beastie scares the living daylights out of a huge roadside Moose. In that brief second that separates life and death, he considers jumping out in front of us in some wild kamikaze dive. Then thinks better of it. Skulks off into the trees out of camera shot.
Number two. The day couldn’t look any more grey. Everything looks bleak. Yet – nature always finds a contrast. Pulls a glorious brightening surprise from out of its winter sleeve.
