The sky right now above our farm.

I learned to ski in my 30s and I remember once crashing so badly that I literally padded my body over whilst lying on the ground to feel what was broken, then loudly exclaiming “he’s alright folks” to the bemused Norwegian onlookers. Nothing was broken not even my morale, bruised

-17C through a frozen tarp. 🥶

Happy “the sun goes over the mountain day” ! Oh and happy Valentine’s Day too ☀️ ❤️

Winter Olympics training on our farm road.

Bålkubbe (here in Norway) sometimes called a Swedish torch is my preferred campfire. Here is one in action.

Some people want to be helped up, but many just want company on the way down. Sadly, you cannot help someone who doesn’t want to be helped. This is one of the most brutal lessons in life to learn. The best you can do is be there when they are ready to make a genuine change.

Campfire on the doorstep. 🇳🇴

My neighbour doesn’t need TV. View from her living room window.

When life gives you snow, make angels.

Continuing to work on my selfie game.

Grok should have the right to say “that’s a dumb question” Thus saving huge amounts of energy.

My Mitsubishi L200 this morning.

Our local village, seen from a friend’s house.

Kids in the car, snow plough in front and Andy Serkis narrating LOTR The Two Towers.

Morning in the mountains🇳🇴.

Winter likes to create liminal spaces.

Greenland is back in the news but have you ever heard about the time Norway tried to take a big chunk of it back in the early 1930s with a handful of men and a pack of dogs!