What a week-end. What a cabin week-end. Terje, me, Marta and two cousins, Mathilde and Embla the first two days, then 5 more from the Wigum family came out all Sunday. My parents, my brother Børge from Iceland, and my two young nephews, the most charming young boys walking on two shoes on this earth.....
We had coffee on Saturday in the small cafe which I have baptised "roses and apple blossoms". The cake Terje and I had this time was out of this world. Almost too beautiful to eat.....and I can tell that it tasted just as good as it looks.
The room next door to the cafe was open and a young woman from the area had an exhibition with some of her knitted pieces of art. Marta dived right into the net and magically transformed to a mermaid.
The artist's name is Ane Vik Eines. Ane has her own very creative blog which you can read here.
On Sunday we were back to the river slide. The river had much less water but was still perfect for both sliding and swimming.
My parents were busy photographing their grandchildren.
Then we, my parents and I, left Terje and Børge there with the five cousins while we drove in to Todalen. We had read about a summer exhibition in the old school house in there. Paintings from the 1940ies, from the area.
The woman who showed us around had stories to tell, about the area, the houses, the people who used to live there. We were even shown a painting of her old horse from her childhood, her sorrow when the horse died.
My father is always a great listener, though most of all he has his own stories to tell.
The room could still show some of the old class room atmosphere.
I wonder what life was like here when the house was filled with pupils.
Back to the cabin to eat on the terrace. Heading back to Trondheim late at night, stopping somewhere on the road to fish.
I am saving the memories of a cabin week-end in my heart.
