To visit an island means to border yourself. There are places of magic where your line vision both expands towards the horizon and shrinks to the small piece of land you cannot leave until the next ferry departs.
This summer we departed for Træna, a small archipelago at the edge of the horizon outside the coast of Norway. Most of the islands are flat, barely reaching above the Atlantic surface. But a few have peaks that touch the sky. When you approach Træna (in good weather) you can see the jagged silhouette of Sanna, and right in front Husøya (the island of houses). When we arrived at Husøya we found a place to stay and took another boat for Sanna. There we walked for a few hours, getting closer to the open sea. We visited the cave which is one of Norway’s oldest dwellings. We try imagine how the cavemen lived and thrived on seal, fish and birds. But we also imagined how they might have starved in winter darkness.
When we came back to Husøya, dinner was waiting. Freshly cooked pollock and fried ling with potatoes and sauce. Nothing complicated, just a perfect end to a perfect day. When leaving on the day after we are already making plans for other years.
sailing on the breeze
a gannet trails our ferry —
herrings in the wake
Today Toni hosts Haibun Monday at dVerse with the instruction to write a about a summer memroy from our most recent vacation or one many years ago. Join us with your memory. The bar opens very soon at 3 PM EST
August 21, 2017