The sun is now rolling along the edge of the hill just behind the house, and shines timidly through the trees into my room. Today, it hit a mirror whose brightness cast moving shadows on the wall, the perfect setting for story telling.
I went back to the same heights as two days ago, but this time the sun was shining. It was a totally different place.
And today we went on a walk along the fjord.
I did wonder what Lucy was barking at, when I saw it, four meters behind us. A very, very sweet Highland cow.