I guess it comes with age, documenting weather conditions, but since I use the blog as some kind of diary I do enjoy looking back on how much snow did we have that year at this time and such. So here goes, pictures taken when waiting for the bus this morning.
An everyday pleasure, perfect timing when selecting which door to enter the train at Oslo S when it stops this close to the stairs at Lillestrøm.
The last week has been extraordinary, last Sunday the weather was really warm, but then it immediately got really cold – making the snow really hard and crusty, which again made it possible to easily run places I have not been running before.
Even found this oasis
The screw holes holding the bucket had become worn out and since #3 wanted to use it right there and now and I had no disks available I had to find alternative solutions. So, found an old fish ball tin can, did cut of the bottom and did bend it around the bucket. Voila!! Ready for digging…
Last Thursday, beer tasting at Hellesylt Boutique & Bar. All beer from Geiranger Bryggeri. Ok, not so much “beer tasting” as “beer drinking”, so a good thing that I can read all the details here instead
The white topped chocolate serverd along with Helvetesjølet was named after Kvitegga
Running from Helsemvika, and now looking back towards Helsemvika and Stranda
to the top with no name (at least according to the map), 222 meter
Two days ago, no snow, yesteday morning, plenty of snow
The last couple of days, done some garden tending. First pulling up a tree root, no problem when I have a tractor and plenty of tow rope.
#3 helping me out cutting the apple trees
Front loader is such a Swiss army knife, can be used for anything, also multiple garden tending tasks.
Always taking care of my own security, what could possibly go wrong here?
Trimming the rose hips
At the gas station, needed to check the tyre pressure. New fancy digital way of setting the correct pressure, measured in PSI. The table on the side listing car brands and tyre pressure…measured in BAR. Good thing Google can tell me “how many bars in one psi…”
It was the last bun, never mind the look, tasted good!
