
I Like Bergen, But….
Friday started promisingly, with the sun out and Bridget looking resplendent under her new hood. A minor false start when I notice her brake lights were permanently on, but it was just a two minute job to adjust the switch and we were off.
Finding the correct route out of Oslo proved straightforward and we were quickly shaking ourselves free from the suburbs. Within a few kilometres the scenery improved immensely. Initially meadows and woodland, then sea inlets with woodland down to the waters edge. The trees by no means just pine, but a mixture of birch, willow, as well as conifers and many more. At the roadside were plenty of signs warning of the presence of and deer crossings and the scenery became very similar to that of the Trossachs in Scotland. I have checked if moose and elk are the same thing and can confirm that they are and it is the American language that causes the problem.
There was...