A portion of this church was built nearly a thousand years ago. We walked to another church that is considered new. Two hundred years old. Kind of puts my writing in perspective.
10 pm and warming up to merely frigid.
Norway delivers surprises around every corner. The churches are older than anything I have ever seen outside of dinosaur bones.
The grave yards full of tombstones and poignancy.
Why is this web here? Notice how cleverly the shrub is planted?
Does it have some special significance to the departed?
I wondered about this as we strolled back to my cousin's house.
And then the sheep.
How can you not feel all's right with the world when you watch sheep?
Norway can make you ponder these things.
Tomorrow we begin our circular journey up to Nordfjoreid down to Bergen and across to Voss then back to Oslo.
Where we began.
Like planning a novel.
You need to figure out where to start and how to finish.
And sometimes the end leads you right back to the beginning.
How cool is that?