Tag Archives: fog
Travel: Isle of Purbeck, England
Sometime a girl has got to do what a girl has got to do. It comes a time when she just need to pick up a bag and head to the airport to explore and relax in uncharted territory. And … Continue reading
Rainy days, and planning adventures ahead.
It’s absolutely perfect weather here on my little island in Norway these days. Warm, with a little hint of chill in the air, fog, a bit of rain and then the sun almost peaks out every now and then. I … Continue reading
My island engulfed in spring fog and something cooking in the kitchen
This time of year is magical, with heat sweeping through every now and then as the sun paint the landscape in gold and yellow, with sideways cold rain that frosts daring little green buds and mystical fog that rolls in … Continue reading
Norwegian pancakes, twilight and a dash of fog and mud.
When the landscape outside looks like this, all one can do is to snuggle up inside while the little remains of snow melts and the fog lifts it’s spell on nature. The gentle wind of spring is shaking up the … Continue reading
Brown cheese and misty landscape
This is the most perfect morning bite. Warm hearty breakfast rolls with soft Norwegian brown cheese. The moment I land from a trip abroad I dive into the fridge to fish out the brown cheese. To me it is infused … Continue reading
Into the darker time of the year and a sardine snack.
The hours are few these days, that carry light in them on their own. Street lamps and the moon light up the dark through the fog. Every day I walk outside to breathe in fresh air, to lighten my heart … Continue reading
A fog wander with a hearty tomato soup to warm our hands on
The most fantastic heavy blanket of fog still lingers over the landscape. It’s been over a week and counting. I cannot tell you how happy I am with the weather. Everything is lush, green grass everywhere, flowers are blooming … Continue reading
Afternoon wander in the fog: the simple pleasures of life
These days are fog filled and beautiful. At night I lay in bead listening to the engine of the ferries that cross back and forth across the fjord. It’s low pitched engine voice sounds like the heartbeat of the night … Continue reading




