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Sailing in Fog

I really don't like fog at sea. It feels rather threatening to hear a ship pass by without seeing it. Specially at the ocean, where there are no place to hide. This time it was different. This weekend we sat the sails for the outer coast of Tromsø.  The weather...

Høst

Så er vi kommet dit igjen. En ny høst. Noen kaller det fortsatt sensommer, men her i nord vet vi bedre. Min samboer forteller ofte om sitt sjokkmøte med Tromsø - om snøen som kom 5.september - og ble liggende til våren. Så vi nærmer oss tiden for snøens...

Arctic Summer

What a release! This summer turned out better than I thought. When summer arrives – or should arrive - in the north, I am always a bit afraid. How will it become this year? I really need some sun and summer heat - that means degrees past 20 Celsius - before winter...

My first book

I am sorry I haven't published for a long time, but I have finished my first book. It is a history book about traditional fishing boats in northern Norway. And "draugen" which I have written about in Troublesome Darkness earlier. For now it is only in Norwegian,...

Hunting the Morning Light

I get out of bed and find something to wear. It is half past four in the morning, perhaps I had a nightmare. Some places sky is clear; I know I won’t sleep so I heat some water for tea. My two cats are asking for food, I find some more clothes. Tea is ready; I take a...

A Boat is placed on Land

My grandfather was a fisherman. He owned several boats. One of them had the name “Liljen” which means the Lilly, a beautiful boat, all his children loved it. Boats often get a special position in fishing families and my mother and her siblings were proud of this boat....

A House by the Sea

When I grew up I always dreamt about a house by the sea. If I ever should buy myself a house, it should be with the wide ocean right in front of it. Behind the house there would be mountains. The best place, I thought, would be Lofoten. Not so far from where I grew...

Driving through Iceland with Asgeir

When I arrived in Iceland for the first time, I was surprised. The light, all the sounds from birds, and the flowers – it was all well known. It was like coming home to northern Norway. But there was also more, something new, something unknown. Most spectacular was of...

Polarheltinner og polar litteratur

Jeg leste Kappløpet av Kåre Holt, det må ha vært på videregående. Ble sugd inn i fortellingen, stormleste om Amundsen, om Hjalmar Johansen, overvintringen, Scott, liv og død i den store hvite verdenen Antarktis. Jeg var lamslått og svett. Boka gir fortsatt gjenklang....

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