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Sunday 14 April 2019

Odense and Langeland

First today, the beautiful town of Odense. We strolled around in the historical part of town, and explored Hans Christian Andersen's Odense.
















We had not eaten since breakfast, but were in hurry to get to Church on time (!!!), so we settled for an Easter treat....


It is Sunday, it is Easter, and we are in the town where Thomas Kingo once was bishop. Between our hotel and downtown Odense, we had walked past Thomas Kingo's Church (not the one on the pictures, that must have been where he was bishop), and we had seen online that they had an Easter passion concert that included Bach, Brahms and a choir. We went there, and listened to some amazing music and some truly wonderful voices.


There was more left of the day, and we wondered what to do. Bjørn went online, found a map, and said there was an island in the south connected to the Fyn mainland by a bridge, and that we could go there. He started driving while I googled to see what we should do and see on Langeland. And there was one thing that stood out: Langeland had wild horses! Now that is something neither of us thought we could find in Scandinavia, and of course that was what we wanted to see. So I guided us towards the nature reserve where they should be found.

On the way to Langeland, we drove past so many places with crazy names. Some of them crazy because they had funny meanings in Norwegian, like "Tullebølle" (Silly bully)


Others because they meant the same crazy thing in Danish as in Norwegian. The most dubious one being "Ball of semen"


Once we had parked, the first thing we noticed was the birdlife. Birds everywhere, and large flocks of them flying over our heads. After some minutes of searching, we found the entrance point to the reserve. As everything else in Denmark, it was flat. A huge field of grass, and at the far end, the sea. I had read that there was a hill you should walk up to have an overview and look for the horses. In a flat landscape, even the smallest of hills stand out, so it was easy to see where we should go. We walked up the hill, and from there we could indeed see the wild horses of Langeland. And then a huge flock of birds came and landed in the nearby trees. They were quite big to be sitting on branches, and I think it looked really cool. We walked down the hill towards the sea, and walked about for a bit. It is so cool how we sometimes find pearls like this - just by completely randomly going somewhere.











We said goodbye to birds and horses, and planned on going back to the hotel. But google talked about a "Dovns klint", and signs pointed in that direction. Out of curiosity, we drove on. We came to a parking place with a path leading down to the sea. At first we said we were tired and that we did not want to do more walking just to see more sea. But then we thought that after all we are here now, and we should do as much as possible while we have the chance. We were glad we did. We walked down to a charming place where lots of people were fishing. A path to the right let us see a light house in the distance. And then walking down to the people fishing, we discovered w could continue along the shore on a path around the cliff. While walking there, the sun set, and it was all really beautiful.





It was midnight before we were back at the hotel. We had not eaten much, so we grabbed some food from the local petrol station and had a snack before going to bed.

Sunday 10 March 2019

Ups and downs

I felt a little down this morning and shared my frustration with Bjørn. So he joined me for a walk. Brought my camera, and had a good time.

Hedge. Snow. Sky.


Rødenes Church


Winter still.




The beach.




Bet the trees long for spring.


When we came home, our neighbour-to-be was there with her dog, Buddy.


He came running through the snow as fast as his Corgi legs could carry him.


Quite a little charmer!


Fed the birds, photographed some of them. We have hordes.

After the walk we had lunch and did some things at home. Life was better by the time I went to bed....

Saturday 14 October 2017

Halden, Iddefjorden and Strømstad

We drove to Halden, went to an indoor market for used things and bought a few things. Had salad lunch at an American restaurant and continued on for some exploration. Drove across the old Svinesund Bridge to Sweden and along the Iddefjord. Along the way, we saw a strange little guy in the forest.

Driving on to the Swedish town Strømstad. Seing a nice church along the way. And autumn colours.

And me on some stairs...

Looking at more autumn colours, and At the sunset in windy Strømstad.




The wind was chily, so we found a place to have coffee. I needed somewhere unpretentious, so we found a rundown little thing by the harbour. It had good espresso, a good carrot cake, according to Bjørn, two old Swedes by the neighbour table who seemed to want us dead, and hoped looks could kill, and according to some young people in another corner of the room it also had a mouse on the floor.

No place to stay for hours, so we went to the car and headed home, stopping by a grocery shop along the way.

Home at 9 pm, after what has been a very nice day.

Tuesday 21 February 2017

Road trip, driving home.

Got up, had breakfast and decided to make our drive home a road trip. When we left the hotel, we decided for a direction, and that we would follow it to see if something interesting turned up. Bjørn drove - I looked for interesting signs and googled them along the way. When we saw "Welcome to the whiskey-town", it seemed worth checking out. We found a strange-looking building in the forest.

We found an entrance also, but it was locked. It said "If locked, ring the bell", so that was what we did. A friendly woman opened the door. She told us that unfortunately they were only open for visitors on Saturdays. We chatted for a few minutes, and then she said "Know what - I am in a meeting now, but if you come back in a couple of hours, I will give you a private guided tour to our distillery!" We could not say no to that. In the meantime, we went to the nearby town Gävle.

We parked, and the first thing we saw was this goat (and a goat has cultural significance in this town)


From there we walked along, and then crossed a bridge over the river that runs through the town.

On the other side of the town we soon came to the Gävle castle.

And an impressive gate with a text that made us curious. It says that the port has been bought by the people of the town in order to avoid a catastrophy like the one on 29th August 1671. Bjørn stopped the first person who came walking, and asked him if he was familiar enough with the town history to know what that was all about. And what luck - the man he stopped turned out to be working at the Gävle prison museum. He had even been crucial in starting the museum. And so we got a very interesting history lesson, And information about modern day Gävle. Very cool indeed. He invited us to the prison museum, because that was where he was headed. But we had to go since we needed to be at the distillery in not too long. Instead we got his card, and we promised to be back in summer. Such friendly people in this town.

We went to a cafeteria to have a quick lunch. When Bjørn was at the counter to order food, the person behind the desk asked if he was with the group of women who were also there. They had looked at him and said they'd be happy to have him. A friendly bunch indeed, the Gävle lot :D

After lunch we drove back to the distillery where we got the promised guided tour. It was interesting and funny, and because we were the only ones there, it was more personal than when we have visited distilleries in Scotland. The woman who showed us around was very friendly and sweet.

after the tour, we chatted a lot, and even though Swedish rules forbade her to let us taste the whiskey, we did a fair share of smelling it :) That is half the fun anyway.

We then headed westwards, and the next town we stopped in was Falun, known for wintersport. That was a very carming town as well, and the town was mapped out in a very different way than Gävle. We walked the streets, went inside the beautiful Falun Church, and then had dinner at yet another very friendly and charming place.

By now, darkness was beginning to fall, so we decided to head home. We made a couple of wrong turns on the way, and it was after midnight when we came home.

We both agreed it had been an excellent few days in Sweden.

Right before we went to bed, we both got quite ill, and we wonder if it might be food poisoning.

Monday 20 February 2017

Sigtuna and Enkjöping

After breakfast we set of to the town of Sigtuna. We visited Sigtuna for a few hours last summer when we had our Stockholm-holiday. We told ourselves we had to come back and spend more time there, and today we made good on that promise. Sigtuna is the oldest town in Sweden. founded around year 980. Until around year 1200, it was the centre of just about everything: Culture, Church, The Royals. It was destroyed by fires between 1648 and 1666, but was rebuilt in the mid 17hundreds. And since then it has remained pretty much unchanged.

It has a very charming town centre with all the old wooden houses. And from earlier times, it has lots and lots of runic inscriptions carved into stones. We started at the tourist office to get a map over the rune stones. Then we walked through the city kernel, strolled down to the shore, and went on our quest to find the rune-stones.

The main street


"Tante Brun" inviting us in for a cup of coffee at what turned out to be a very atmospheric and charming coffee place.


The door to the coffee place.


Walking on through the main street.


Down to the lake - and some good photo opportunities.



Revisiting ruins


And the runes hidden in the ruins!


Saint Olaf's Church ruin - part of the cult connected to the Norwegian king "Olav the Holy".





There were many more runic carvings, and many more pictures. It must be my coolest skill that I can read runes, and that I am fairly good at understanding the language they are written in. Amazing documents of their time!

We had lunch in Sigtuna, and then we said goodbye to this wonderful place and drove on. There were still some more hours left of the day, so we decided to randomly drive in one direction. We often do that, and while occasionally it just makes for a drive, it often also turns into small adventures we would not have been without. Our first stop was by a sign up to a hill. There was nothing up there, but it was cool to walk up, and we got a view. Also there was a bench at the top, and I took some pictures there...

Looking down.


Handsome husband enduring modelling life


Saw a leaf


Walked down, and drove on. After a short while we stopped to check something, and I took a picture of a magnificent evening sky,


We drove on, but suddenly Bjørn hit the breaks. I understood nothing. Until he pointed at a big, AMAZING runestone that stood overlooking the lake Målaren.


It was so big! It had a huge cross. It had a swastika. It had a long inscription that told the story of five sons (Andvätt, Kår, Kiti, Bläse and Djärv) who had raised this stone in memory of their father Gunnlev who was killed on when he journeyed Eastwards with Ingvar - "God help their spirits". Then it says who carved the runes (Anrik). And finally the carver adds that Gunnlev could well steer the ship. How absolutely wonderful to come upon this stone by pure chance!!!

We kept on driving, and ended up in the town Enköping. We saw a sign pointing towards the town, and drove there. Googling ont he way told me that the town was famous for its magnificent gardens. We walked around there for a while, and it did seem a very nice place. However, it is still winter, and the gardens had no plants at this time. I want to come back during summer and check it out.

Then we decided to head back to the hotel since it was getting dark. But on the way we saw a sign saying there was a medieval Church nearby. Took us a little while to find it, and when we got there, it was too dark to take pictures, and the church had been closed for the day. Again - we need to come back. But it was quite cool to walk around the church in the dark, and it made for a nice last experience.


We drove back to the hotel, and since we had not eaten since lunch, we went to a grocery store near the hotel and bought some food to eat in our room. The last hours before sleep were very nice. We sat in our beds, looked through our pictures, talked about what we will do tomorrow, had a meal and just relaxed. Life is good!

Saturday 10 October 2015

Spain - day 1

Arrived in Barcelona at around noon.


I had never been in Spain before, so I did not know what to expect. We got a taxi to the hotel where I shared room with our new secretary, Nina. A nice chance to get to know her a little better, and she was a great room-mate. After we had put our stuff in the hotel rooms, we all went out to find a place to eat. Finding somewhere for 21 people was not easy, so there was a bit of walking. The fever was getting the best of me, so by the time we had found a place and started eating, I deeply regretted not staying in bed at home. After eating, the others wanted to go shopping. I was in no condition to do that, so I decided to go back to the hotel and do nothing. The head of school said she'd walk me back, and while walking, we discovered that we both were fascinated by the same things in this city. We ended up strolling around for two hours. We walked through the old town, we spend 20 minutes watching some very cool street musicians and we accidentally ended up by the Barcelona Cathedral and spent some time inside it. Those were two very nice hours. Back at the hotel I rested for a while before I got ready to meet the others. One of the teachers had ordered a table for all of us at a nearby restaurant. An evening of tapas and talking. Good food and good company. After the meal, the young and energetic decided to experience the Barcelona night life. The old and the sick went back to the hotel. I phoned Bjørn and then went to bed. No sleep, since the couple in the room next to me, were fighting al through the night. I spent my hours awake feeling sick and worn out, thinking it might have been a good idea to stay at home.

Tuesday 7 July 2015

The Coastal Highway, summer holidays day 11

Woke up in Trondheim and went to the Nidaros Cathedral. Did not bring my camera, easy enough to search for pictures online. Beautiful Cathedral, lots of history. It was my second time there and I would want to see it next time also. Then we drove from Trondheim to our home in one go, only stopping for food. We drove by some really beautiful places, like Saltfjellet where it really hurt to just drive past. We should have spent a week walking around there....

At Støren we stopped at a the infamous Støren bakery to have some of their infamous pastries, more specifically their "wienerbrød". And wow was it good!!!!! Funny, when I was a child, I would listen to the very famous (in Norway, back then) song from the Bør Børson musical and wonder if I would ever go there to eat a wienerbrød!

Back home, Zoltan and Leila waited up for us and we had a nice chat before we had some sleep. Sleep good!

Summing up the holiday, I have to say it was like being inside a national romantic postcard a lot of the time. So much beautiful and spectacular scenery. Also a lot of cultural history. Seeing some really special places like Leka, Làhko, Torghatten and Dønna / Herøy (top four nature experiences on the trip), visiting the Gildeskål Church, the Dønna church, The Petter Dass museum and the Nidaros Dome (top four cultural stops) was cool and interesting (for an atheist I am very fond of churches).

One downside to the trip was all the time in the car, and the constant feeling of "This was AMAZING, but we have to get back to the car" or "This seems AMAZING, but we have no time to stop". I would so much have wanted to spend days walking around on Leka, to hike on Saltfjellet for a day or two and so on. We did not have all that many days to spend alone on holidays, and it was a shame that so much of that time was used just sitting in a car.

Another downside was the weather. Summer is the only chance we have to see a bit of sun in this country. At home, they had had 25 - 30 degrees Celsiuis and sun. Up north we had an average of 10 degrees and a lot of rain. And by the time we got back, sun and warmth had left this part of Norway also. I have had about 4-5 days of summer weather this holidays, and that is pretty awful. Bad weather also stopped us from doing some of the things we really had looked forward to. I am especially sad about not having walked up Botnkrona - the tallest of the seven sisters, because the view along the way would have been stunning.

Saturday 4 July 2015

The Coastal Highway, summer holidays day 8

Woke up in Glomfjord and went down to have our hotel breakfast. Much to our surprise we were the only guests at the hotel. They still had put everything out for breakfast, so that was a bit luxurious. Today we would reach the Northern-most destination of our trip, Sandhornøya. No reason to linger in Glomfjord, så after breakfast we packed our bags and started driving again. There was one thing I remembered from our last trip North that I wanted to see again; the art work "The lost city". In the county of Nordland, there is a series of outdoor art work called "Artscape Nordland" . We have seen many of them, both on the last trip and on this one. "The Lost City" is made to look like an old ruin, and I remembered it as being quite gripping, so we made a stop there. The signpost made we wonder, because there was also a sign pointing to the "Thai cottage", and that was not there when we last visited.


But before exploring that direction, we walked up to "The Lost City" which was just as cool as I remembered it. We hung around there for a little while, taking pictures and walking about.















And what do you know.... A THAI COTTAGE!


We found a way to walk there without sinking down in the wetland fields....


A sign welcomed us in, and the door was open


Inside: A benck to sleep on, wood and small fire place, a book written in Thai and of course a Buddha


Leaving by another route, the Linerle watched us closely.


Kind people had made it easy to walk


Back to the car, driving on. Next stop was at the two Gildeskål Churches situated right next to each other.

The new


And the old (picture from wikipedia)


A very interesting guided tour in the old Church with museum pedagog Oscar Berg. The church has so much fascinating cultural history. Like the "boxes" inside where the people of status and power could sit locked in, not to be bothered by the common people....


The poor people, on the other hand, had to wait till everyone else were seated and theh they were allowed in and could sit on the floor.

And a long and gripping story about Elias Blix (written most of our official psalms) who never because a Priest because he came from the working class. His picture now on the wall.


History tells stories of a special Priest, and anecdotes says he was a very big person. This piece of clothing worn by him seems to indicated the stories have some truth to them.


One of the many funny stories and things we learned: In the 17th century, the Ministers in the church could keep on talking for hours and hours. People had other things to do than to stay in church all day, so complaints were sent to the King of Denmark (who was then also the King of Norway). In the end he got so many complaints that in 1687 he made a law stating that no Minister would be allowed to preach for more than one hour. To keep track of the time, the alters then got four hour-glasses each with sand for 15 minutes. History tells of a verbose Minister who after the fourth hour-glass' sand ran out, said "Knowing this congregation, you will not be opposed to another glass!", and turned it over again.


I could have listened to this man for hours, he had so much knowledge and was a fantastic communicator. But the tour ended and he told us to have a look at some special grave inscriptions out in the graveyard. This one reads «Her hviler den for sandhed forhadte og forfulgte lærer H. C. Lindbom. Gud være mig for jesu blod mig synder naadig og god». which roughly translates to something like "Here rests the truly hated and persecuted teacher H. C. Lindbom. God show mercy and goodness on the sinner that I am"


On this uplifting note, we walked back to the car, passing a statue of Blix


And in a short little while we reached the journey's end point: Sandhornøya. Yet another mountain we had planned to walk up. And yet again, too much rain and fog to do it.


Bjørn lived here when he was a boy, and this was where he was driven over by a car and had a year in hospital, and where his leg got so injured that it has been a problem for him since. His parents' house was right next to another house, and there lived two children he used to play with. The girl in the house, Hanne, has taken over her parents' house and use it as a summer cottage. And that is where we slept over.

We went to their house, put our things there, talked a bit with Hanne and her husband and then went on a short drive. Bjørn remembered there was a place with a tremendously huge rock somewhere, so we went in search of it. When we found it, he had one of those moments when you see tremendously huge things from your childhood that suddenly seemed to have shrinked :) Unlike then, he was now able to walk up on it.



We drove around for a bit, Bjørn showed me places that had been important to him and told me some stories. And then we drove to Langsand, the beautiful beach on Sandhornøya. This time a lot of it was taken by the "Salt" art project, which is a big thing. It did not grip me at all, they wanted money for entering the beach and all in all I have to say it was the only time art affected me negatively rather than positively. A few "Salt" pictures all the same:






The beach itself though, was still amazing. Looks like something you would find on a tropical island. But here, in Northern Norway's 8 degress Celsius, it was empty in July.....



Back to Hanne's house and in the evening she took us to see her parents who were absolutely thrilled to see Bjørn again after something like 40 years. Some nice hours were spent talking about times of old before we went back and found our beds.

Thursday 2 July 2015

The Coastal Highway, summer holidays day 6

Weather was just as drab today and fog was half way down the mountain. We gave up on our mountain-climbing plans, and after a nice breakfast, we packed the car and drove on. The next stop on our trip was the Petter Dass museum. Petter Dass was a Priest and writer of psalms. Though he was not published in his time, his colourful psalms have later become Norway's dearest. My generation grew up with them. Petter Dass is one of the Norwegians that everyone here knows about, and he has been particularly important for Northern Norway. Right next to the church where he worked, there now is a Petter Dass museum. We came half an hour before everything opened, so we walked around and photographed a little.

Nice view


A Petter Dass monument



Part of the museum building. Great architecture, but then it was made by the Snøhetta architects that are behind so many amazing buildings.


We had a guided tour in this church also, and learned even more.


Another unusual and I have to say cool epitaph. All four sides of this grave stone was covered in writing.


Inside the Alstadhaug Church



This might (and might not) be Petter Dass. It is, however, how we all think of him.



After having seen the church, we walked over to the Priest residence where there was an enactment by one very talented girl.




Then it was time to continue our journey and move further North, passing the art work "House of Winds"


And some nice scenery



Not to mention the price winning Helgeland's bridge


Then we drove over the Sjon Mountain. Beautiful place. Halfway we found a nice place to stop, and have a chat with the sheep who wandered around on the road


Not easy to see on the picture, but the ridge we walked along is scaringly high above the water below, and there is an overhang. When we looked over the cliff, it was felt in our stomachs!


But we are off to explore, it is such a beautiful place.


Looking back to where we parked the car


A nice place to be



One step forward and....


Or one step back....


Actually we should not drift too far to the side either...


Unfortunately it was getting late and we had to move on. I could have walked around here for hours. after a while though, this scenery meant we had to stop.


Gotta love him


Hungry and tired we reached our sleeping quarters, Oscarbrygga. Old fisherman cabins down by the seaside, turned into apartments. We could walk out on the porch, sit down and look out over the ocean. Loved it!



Mr. Seagull has not had a perfect day


Oscarbrygga is also a restaurant. And today is not only the 2nd, but it is our 21st anniversary. Thus we ended the day with a lovely meal and some good stuff in our glasses. Another couple in the room overheard that it was our anniversary and told us "congrats". They also told us they had their own the following day, and for them it would be 44 years. May we live to have that ourselves!

Happy anniversary to us!


Happy, fed, tired and sleepy it was time to call it a day.


Saturday 6 June 2015

Sweet Swedish Saturday

Loved the morning view from our hotel window


While I stood watching, a duck with very many ducklings came swimming.

Also loved their breakfast, which was as good as the rest of the stay. Lots of good fishy stuff.

Then we went for a drive. I had seen a windmill on the way that I liked, so we drove to photograph it.


Only to discover that right by it, was an old heritage site. It was a field that had served as a burial ground from year 3000 before Christ, till year 1000 after Christ. A very special place to walk. The field was green and full of flowers, and everywhere there were graves. The long grass was wet from yesterday's rain, so by the end of our walk, we were wet and cold.



Might not look like much, but the stones you see, are parts of the oldest grave on the field, the one from year 3000 B.C.


On the way back, we drove by the harbour area


where the recently exhibited Rolls Royces had gone to rest


And then we went on a guided tour in the castle. It was very interesting to learn more about its history.


Before we left, we had dinner at the hotel restaurant. Amazing food. It was a place we really did not want to leave.

Our next stop was Mariestad, since a colleague of mine told me we had to stop there.

They had a charming harbour, an impressing Cathedral and some well preserved old houses. A chilly, but nice stop.




From Mariestad we drove to Karlstad where we booked into an hotel. No particular reason why we chose Karlstad other than it being a bigger town where we knew we would find an hotel. We did not know if Karlstad was worth exploring further, so we strolled around for an hour before we went to bed, to get an idea. We did get an idea, and that was to drive on the following morning :)

Sunday 10 May 2015


Some weeks back, I spent a night awake at a hospital in Fredrikstad. When the night was over, I did some sightseeing. Pics were taken from my phone. Not good ones, but I still want to remember the day, so they go here.

Staying awake for a whole night was tough. This was me in the early morning hours....


Outside the hospital window, the sun was rising


I was called in for my EEG, and after that I had an hour in the cafeteria where I downed a BIG cup of coffee. I was ready to explore!

I knew there had to be a way from the hospital and over to the Old Town. I managed to find a bridge, and I crossed it.


Then I ran into the mother in the boy's visiting home (!!!), and she pointed me in the right direction. She told me I should walk along the harbour, because today Christian Radich had come to Fredrikstad. It is a famous ship in Norway, so I started my walk into the Old Town down by the harbour. And there it was.


And from there on, I walked on, exploring the Old Town and walking on the fortified walls that surrounds it. As expected, lots of wooden houses.



A museum. On whaling. I walk on.


A lot of history here


The oldest house in the Old Town




Be careful you who want to cross the lake.



By now I have shred the extreme tiredness from the sleepless night, and am feeling rather happy to be strolling around alone in the sun at such a nice place


From walking along the walls, I head back towards more wooden houses...


Information available everywhere


I wanted to go through here, but a whole crazy school class had had the same idea....


So I had a look at the church instead


Though a trip back in time might seem nice, one does well to remember that the good old days were not always good.


Information on this house told me that Hans Nielsen Hauge once had worked here. Well, well.


And by now, my phone had rung. Bjørn had been with the boy for his first school day, but now they had come to Fredrikstad to pick me up. I met up with them, we went out to eat and then we went home.

It was not at all bad to find my bed and have some well deserved sleep. But all in all it had been a great day.

Wednesday 25 December 2013

Exploring our surroundings

Feeling a little better, we went for a forest walk. That was just as unwise at it was two days ago, since we became much worse after it. It was good for Maya though! Back home, we took the car and went to explore our surroundings. I had read that the nearest church was from the 13th century and we wanted to see it. Bjørn drove and he found it. I love old buildings.

It was a very successful drive. Back home, I did some more unpacking and then had to rest.



Friday 12 July 2013

Day trip to Gamle Hvam and the church ruins at Nes

Tourism can be great fun, even when you only venture to somewhere an hour's drive away from where you live. We wanted to go back to the church ruins at Nes, and decided we would do that and the old farm at Hvam on the same day. We had never been to Hvam before, just seen signs. It has been a great day and Gamle (old) Hvam was most certainly worth seeing. Lots of exhibitions with things of old, from farming equipment to war propaganda posters. I took about 250 photos. Thank goodness they were not all that good, so it was not all that difficult to abandon most of them. So much history at this place, the earliest mention of a farm at Hvam was in a text from about 1350. In the 18th century, a woman run this amazing place alone (well, with lots of servants and farm boys) for almost 30 years, after her husband had been murdered!

At 12.30pm, there was a guided tour to the building she (Anne Antonidatter) had had built. Bjørn and I were the only ones who showed up for it, which made for an excellent guid session where we got to ask all sorts of questions. The bulding had two floors. Not because she had needed it, as a matter of fact the entire second floor was always completely empty since they had no need for it at all, BUT the district's main road went over her property, and there was a lot of status in having a two-floor building when you were rich. So the two floors was to show off to the ones passing by.

The yellow building is the newest, it was built in the 19th century. Lots of cool thing to see and so much history that you feel you are standing in the middle of it. A nice day out with hubby. A chance to take pictures. Cute animals. And a cafeteria that had coffee and waffels. What more could a girl ask for?

Here are some pictures from Hvam:






























After four hours at Hvam, the place closed and we left. It had been so much more than what I had expected it to be. Things I have not posted pictures of here include a collection of old toys, a collection of old tractors, an amazing amount of old farm equipment, an old grocery store, lots of old perennials in the garden... and more of the rooms inside. It was all good.

We drove homewards and on the way we stopped by the church ruins at Nes. The first church built here was from the 12th century. The ruins that stand here today are from one that was built there in 1567 and then was expanded to a cross church in 1697. Amazing place.

The old church


A wooden building. I liked the red and green colours


I found my natural place at the altar....



The local Rotary club has donated art to the church. It does not really fit in here, but it is cool all the same.


On the way home we saw these charmers. I had to jump out of the car and take a pic!