People who devote their weekends to fixing the car seem to spend less time driving than everyone else.  It’s the same with horses, there’s more greasing and polishing than actual riding.  The other day we had to walk my daughter’s Icelandic horse from the stable he lives in during winter to one of the pastures where he grazes in summer.  I still don’t understand why he couldn’t be ridden there, but never mind.

This is the stable on our neighbour’s farm, it’s mostly for cows — a cowshed, in fact. I think it’s pretty.  All Norwegian farm buildings are painted this red except for farmhouses, which are supposed to be white.  The Norwegian cowshed works on a sort of gravity-feed system and they’re the same everywhere in the country.  After it’s harvested, the hay is kept on the top floor in the wooden bit (the hay loft), accessed from a ramp.

stable ramp

Hay is tossed down every day through a hole in the floor to the animals, who live on the masonry ground floor (I suppose it’s warmer in winter).  The manure drops through slats in the floor down to the basement, from which the farmer removes it once a year to spread on the fields.


It’s about a half-mile walk to where the horses are.


And on the way we saw an enormous hare sitting on a ridge.  Alma saw it too:


Having just been washed, the first thing the horse did was roll on his back; it’s what they always do, apparently.


Then he got up and went about his business —  eating, mostly.

Askur 2