Norway. Just the most stunning landscapes. A country carpeted with pine trees. Countless islands peeping from the sparkling Skagerrak. Heather and granite. The freshest air, oxygenated by those thousands of trees. Sparkling shores and glittering skerries. A place for clambering over rocks. Watching the changing light. Looking out to sea, waiting for moonrise. Stargazing in between lighthouse flashes.
And gorgeous quilt shops. And SO MUCH yarn. And, seriously, a knitted drainpipe.
I mean seriously, what’s not to love? Well, the prices I guess. I came home with a couple of metres of the cutest trim, nine buttons, a third of a metre of linen and four balls of yarn. Pretty restrained I thought, but anything more would have required a second mortgage…
Here’s my rather tasteful little haul…
We stayed in a fabulous house with this view.
You could never tire of that view, could you? Different every time, mesmerising every time.
A glance at the lighthouse was the perfect way to punctuate my crochet. I worked on my cotton blanket (which needs a name, if anyone can come up with one…)
Here are some more snaps of our wonderful week, including that fabulous drainpipe!
The seagull bag did a wonderful job, and I was glad of the oilcloth in the rain showers! Tute will follow for that, I promise, but possibly not until I have finished my butterfly quilt. More of that soon.