In the last-but-one post we were talking about moss and I thought, now this is something we really have a lot of, I ought to take some pictures of mossy boulders.  So yesterday afternoon, I took the dogs and goats up the hill behind our house.  The goats had never been there before, most of the year it is grazed by cows, but they can see it.  That’s the goat house and their part of our garden below, behind Vesla:


On the right, below, is our house and to the left the hill down which boulders have rolled for several million years.  You can just see Alex, the rat-like blob in the right-hand foreground:


And behind us is the lake.  The dark, barrow-shaped bump in the middle of the picture …


… is this rock.  Its striations are made so prominent by …


yes, finally: moss …

Stry Asians

That was volcanic lava, and those are some of my favourite rocks around here, but they’re sitting in a field.  Above them is the forest and the prime mossy area.  Here’s a typical bit, showing some of the enormous cube-shaped boulders that look like fuzzy dice:


Here is another boulder on the edge of the forest:


It’s in a notable spot (that’s Alex again on the right, below) …


right next to it is this.  A prehistoric pebble beach:

tops @ beach

Some years ago this place, right here, was at sea level.  But the dark reflection of a hill, on the left, is in the lake.  The lake’s at +145 metres above current sea level and here we’re about +200 metres (650 ft).  So when I say ‘some years’, I’m talking about a few million years; back in the days when Norway was a tropical paradise, with snorkeling and deck chairs.  It’s just a small area.  The stones are mostly pebbles; much more rounded than elsewhere:


By that time, Vesla was tired and the goats wanted to go home.

holly on grass

That dead tree has been at that angle for years.

Stirling Moss, for anyone under fifty-ish, was a 1950s racing driver.