Well, it’s late at night, and I am shattered. Shattered, however, in a good way.
Two days ago, I went up to the nearby mountain here at Lundøya, Norway, called “Linken”, and then, halfway up the mountain, me and Vilde, went off the beaten track following markers to find ‘Storvatnet’.
Storvatnet is a lovely fresh water lake, deep within the mountains, but you did have to take the path less travelled to get there. Packed like a Mule, in the 30 degree heat, this wasn’t an easy challenge. I wished for death on more than one occasion, and was reminded constantly that yes, I am indeed thirty. However, with the aid of some verbal encouragement, I pulled, pushed, walked, and crawled up to the top, and the minute I walked between two cliff sides and saw it, I was dumbfounded.
No matter how much money you have, how important you are, or whatever you aspire to be, there is nothing like being in the mountains, with the most amazing view, and you are the only ones there. You feel like the only people on the planet.
After setting up camp, and making a fire for dinner, we sat, drinking some beer, eating some grilled pork and polar bread, sharing a fresh pot of tea, with some grilled corn on the cob, looking over this fantastic site, with a sense of euphoria. There is no feeling better than this.
The Campfire and the Lake
We popped down for a swim, which was a welcome release from the 30 degree heat, and then listened to music, waiting for the sun to set, that would we knew would never come.
An evening by the fire, with a nice pot of tea
Waking up bright and early at 0600, I went for morning swim, feeling like I was king of the world, and the only one left at the same time.
The walk was hard, but indeed worth it. Bergen is a lovely city, but it is just a city. If you come to Norway, leave Bergen, and Oslo, and all the cities behind…. They aren’t Norway. Come to the country, leave civilisation to the others, and just let this amazing country into your heart.
I have always loved camping. It brings back fond memories of me and my Granddad, going to Wales, or Norfolk, or Cornwall, in a tent, and I would listen intently to his stories, mesmerised by his tales of his Air Force days. It the main reason I, from a very early age, wanted to join the Military. I wanted to make a difference, and if I could do half of what my Granddad had done, I had done very well indeed.
The relationship between my Grandparents and camping has always been present. Camping and caravanning was a big part of my easter and summer holidays. I even remember, when Princess Di died, I was told by my Nanna, as me, my Granddad, and my brother were camping in the garden that morning. (My generations ‘Where were you when…. moment)
I have never lost that feeling, of how lucky I was to have amazing Grandparents to take us on holidays around the UK.
Spending time with my Grandparents two weeks ago, when I was back in Cambridgeshire was fantastic, it was lovely going out for dinner with them, and great to squeeze in two games of Golf in! However, that was another thing that indeed reminded me that I am now, in fact thirty, and no longer twenty! Thank you for being just perfect.
And yes, Granddad, I still have a swiss army knife :)