A fantastic morning’s walk with Marian. A very beautiful area and some great pepper-mackerel sandwiches!
Today Charlie and I tackled our first two peaks in the “10 på Topp” challenge. Ten peaks to climb in Sandnes Kommune before November. Bjørndalsfjellet is 362m and Dalsnuten is 323m.
We climbed Krossfjell on 30th May and Bynuten yesterday. Krossfjell is the second smallest of the hills at 258m, Bynuten is the highest at 671m. Krossfjell was a pleasant afternoon’s hike, Bynuten, at 12km over rough going was more challenging.
Summer is drawing towards its end and the chillier nights are creeping in, but there is still warmth when the sun is high. Marian and I walked today on Ognaheia amidst overwhelming beauty: sparkling dew on tendrils of spider-silk, sunlight filtering into the dark places through the shivering silver birch, the red of the rowan and the woodland toadstools against the late-summer foliage, the blue intensity of the sky going on forever. As ever it seems impossible to catch these images on camera, but I have attempted to do so and will share the best with you.
Spring is arriving here at last. Marian and I have finally managed to find some time for walking. As you can see from the picture at the top of the page, Bijke came too.
We took the Vestlandske Hovedsvei as it isn’t too far from home.
I actually only started taking photographs when we reached the top of the hill and sat down for coffee . . . here . . .
I always find this landscape hard to photograph. It’s very rough terrain, but the horizon is flat. As you can see, everything is still winter brown.
Bijke seemed to be enjoying the sunshine.
We sat for quite a while. The sun is beginning to have some real warmth. While we were sitting on top of the hill, I could hear a skylark singing.
As we walked down this hill, there was a ringing sound in my ears.
Not such a good photo because she was a long way away, but we did find the source of the soothing clank clank . That is one of the sounds of summer here.
As we passed by a rocky stream, above the rushing water, frogs were croaking out their spring song.
Anyone want to live in this house? I know I do. Note the grass roof.
Almost back at the car, our footsteps were arrested beside this tree.
It wasn’t the sight of it that caused us to stop and take a closer look. The tree was humming.
Bees! There were thousands of them. I’ve never heard anything like it. I can see two in this photo alone.
And then we were back at the car in the farmland at the bottom of the valley where it’s possible to grow crops.
I’m off to Yorkshire on Thursday. I’m hoping for sunshine and lambs. Not sure when I’ll be able to blog again (I’m not back until Monday) but I hope while I’m there to do some research for Christmas at Mistletoe Cottage.