Being all alone at the cabin for a week, means that I do alot of "new" things. I am here to work on my book, and for hours every day I sit down to write. But this book needs alot of reflecting, and the best way to reflect is to walk.
We have only one car, and the car is needed back in Trondheim, so while we often drive to a starting point for our hikes when we are here with the car, this time all I have are my two feet.
The other day my afternoon walk took me in a new (to me) direction, and suddenly I found myself in a fairy tale, in a secret garden. There must have been a farm here once, but now there were no tracks of the old farmhouse, nor of the barn. But the orchard was still there. Alot of old, old fruit trees, heavy with fruits. Apples and plums. And a few shrubs with berries.
I sat down on the old stone wall for a long time, my mind wandering back to once upon a time.......
The raspberries were almost overripe, falling down. I ate alot and decided to come back the next day to pick some for jam.
The next day came, and with a backpack with a thermos and some sandwiches I walked back to my fairytale. There I met the local farmer and I asked him very carefully: "Is it okay to pick the raspberries, they are falling down anyway?" Well, unfortunately it was not okay. The very nice farmer told me that they belonged to some cabin people, and they might come this week-end to pick them. "But enjoy this place" he went on "walk down to the sea, fish if you want to, and have your coffee"
Coffee from a thermos flask, two pieces of whole grain bread with butter and brown cheese, a bottle of water..........no restaurant could have served me any better lunch.
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Some of you are asking about the cherry tree. I posted a photo of it in My Year in the Worldthe other day.
