2fernBy the fence that runs along the east side of our property is a wood.  Actually it’s more of a forest; more like the dark evergreen forest in a fairytale, a place where witches live and there’s an occasional gingerbread house with smoke curling from the chimney.  We sometimes take the goats through the forest to a rocky point about a twenty-minute walk from our house.  There on a clear day is a view all the way to Oslo, twenty kilometres away.  If you squint, you can even make out Oslo City Hall.

The goats trot in a line, as they do when we take them to the reservoir.

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I’ve never to my knowledge actually seen a witch in the forest.  What I have seen is a lot of anthills.  They are all connected.  Apparently there’s an enormous network of anthills that stretches all the way to Chile in the west and Mongolia in the east.  I doubt that they have a proper telephone-like connection.

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After ten minutes we come to a clearing.

12pathIt’s bigger than a clearing; it’s where the local authority dug a 40 km-long emergency water pipeline, just in case something goes wrong with the normal one (“Be prepared”, the Norwegian motto).

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Removing the trees created a scenic overlook, as well as a strange long line of dead wood.

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But what is the point of this walk?

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Bugger the view, the point is berries.  So, after some scrambling…

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down the side of the rock…

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we get to…

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some Mountain Ash.  Somehow I lost my trousers on the way down.

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This deer is wondering what happened to my trousers.  We hardly ever see deer.

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Misty couldn’t care less about my trousers, she loves birch leaves.

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