Cold feet.

So Christmas is done and we're in the strange lull up to new year.  I've been running the dogs a lot over the last week which has been good and cold! Last night racked up about 10 miles and couldn't feel my feet by the end of it. Note to self, thicker socks required for Norway!

I've been feeling a bit down about the adventure over the last week as it's taking an Age for everything to sort itself out. 

We sold the house ...  Yay.

We didn't sell the house .... Boo


There was a bit of panic to say the least when we got our buyer, with a sudden realisation that things were happening were happening and then when his sale fell through it went very flat and to be honest difficult to get remotivated.

However after last nights dog run and my morning hike up the hill with Bear ( we're babysitting Bear) to watch the sun rise I feel strangely optimistic ...   So much so I'm going to share our battle plans.  So here it is.

Surf spots, ski areas, houses we've looked at, houses we can afford and like .....

Let the invasion commence........... Just once I've found my socks....

It started with a minion.........

.....and so it was that despicable me (2) started our journey.


Last Sunday we were on our way out to the family showing of said film, when a car pulls up outside and an oldish chap and youngish woman step out and start walking towards next door. Me thinks, aye aye house viewing, and so a chain of events unfolds which starts making our adventure into reality!

For some reason (unknown to me still) I decided to what can only be described as rather 'yobishy' yelled "don't look at their place it's shit, ours is much nicer and cheaper!"  Now this was last Sunday.  Monday morning after much tidying and a bit paint touching up we had the first viewing. They then returned that evening and the next day a deal was struck. So it's now Friday, the solicitors are instructed and a moving set for the end of jan!

So provided this all goes according to plan, in less than 12 weeks we will be in rented accommodation, have relatively full bank account and be ready to push forward with our epic ( in your minds) adventure.

I've learnt 2 lessons this week;

No. 1. Having an idea is one thing but turning into reality sure is hard work. The chances are you might fail, feel bouts of nausea  and think wtf am I doing but I'd rather feel all those things then think what if

No.2. Don't leave bread out on the work top............it doesn't agree with a huskies internal workings.
2a don't show potential buyers around your house after bread has been consumed by said husky
2b especially don't allow potential buyers around the rear garden entrance without checking for doggit bombs first...........need I say more lol :)

Kath and I have sold houses  5 times before but for some reason we're both particular anxious,stressed-and  excited about this  one, can't imagine why...........

we finally made it.....

......well to hoddevik anyway.

Our recent trip to Norway in the summer certainly opened our eyes into what Norway has to offer in the summer months. We'll post more later about what we got up to, but despite the fact i spent the whole 10 days drugged up with some nasty infection it was an amazing experience with lots of travelling and as usual with Norway, jaw dropping drives and scenery. This photo is taken at the very northern tip of sogne og fjordan at the entrance to Hoddevika - Norwasy most famous surfing spot.. probably.

I say that, as it not only has a surf shop but I actually saw other surfers - in the sea and camping in the car park.

To that end, last week we had a rare evening out together at a Museum of British Surfing film night - the UK premier of North of the Sun. A Norwegian surfing movie following the lives of 2 young film school graduate surfers and their overwintering in a make shift cabin on a beach on northern Norway. if you get the chance watch it - it truly is a great reminder of a couple of very important things;

1 - that Norway is as beautiful as it looks - even when there is no snow
2 - enjoy life to the full
3 - play every day - whether thats surfing, hiking, building stuff
4 - always invite wandering Fins into your house,
5 - dont leave your wetsuit gloves outside
6  - be spontaneous........

on that note we still need to sell our house - arghhhhhhhhh, why is taking so long!, being spontaneous is difficult when money is involved .....

posted by jim - not kath :)

Month to go!

In 4 weeks will be heading to Bergen for our summer holiday! Very excited!!

We've also booked our winter holiday. We're going to Norway!

Notice a theme here?

Language difficulties

We are trying to learn Norwegian. There aren't tat many native Norwegians in north Devon so we are using a cd and a book. It's slow going, but one day we'll be okay!

Shopping proves to be a challenge at times. The first time we went to Norway we had absolutely no idea on the type of milk we were buying; full fat, semi? And meat? A minefield. Beef; deer; horse? Who knew, because we certainly didnt.

We take packed lunches with us, partly as eating out with kids is expensive, and partly as the baby is allergic to dairy, so its easier to take our own stuff rather than try to expain.

However we forgot to take sandwich bags, so we bought some. 500 small sandwich bags. We thought.

Jim made a lovely picnic, then got out the sandwich bags. Which weren't.

Tree scarfs?

My friend Joe told me about a website called, Look at My F***ing Red Trousers. People upload pictures of people wearing red trousers. Apparently when you start looking you see loads. True enough, on the flight to Trondheim there was such a person, only I didn't get a photo.

Wandering around Trondheim, because as usual we'd set off in the wrong direction and not taken a map, we were looking for the Nidaros Cathedral when we spotted a tree with a scarf. Then a statue featuring deer who were wearing beautifully knitted socks. Around the side of the Cathedral, next to the cross country event taking place which we wandered into rather haphazardly, we're a whole load of trees all wearing beautifully knitted scarves.

Not a new phenomenon by any means, but the first time I've seen them and they made us smile.

All chained up

We headed out of the city today, towards the mountains and a town called Alen where we've seen a couple of houses. We arranged to meet the owner of one house at 10.30.
Those who travel with young kids will understand the importance of planning and organisation, so last night we got everything ready, bags packed, alarm set.

Maisie kept waking up, and she finally went back to bed at 11.15. Ned woke up at 4' and eventually came into our bed about half past, so when the alarm went off at 7, it wasn't really that surprising that Jim handed me a glass of water and then the phone to turn off the alarm, nor that we overslept by 30 minutes!

It wasn't the oversleeping that caused us to be late, as we were still ready to go at Jim's allotted time of 8.30.

It was the access road from our cabin back up to the road that had turned into sheet ice over night, and which our little car couldn't grip and we kept sliding back. I could feel the panic starting to slowly take over me, but then we remembered the set of snow chains we hired!

Now I love my husband, but sometimes I despair of him. Out came the snow chains and the instructions, and after a couple of minutes I got out to help. Only to discover a few minutes later myself that he hadn't even looked at the crucial first page which showed how to put the bloody things in the wheel! So another 10 minutes passed before we had traction and managed to get on our way.

A room with a view

We bought some cheap flights to Trondheim a few weeks ago, spent a few worrisome days trying to find somewhere in or around Trondheim or Roros to stay. We couldn't get anything in Roros for love or money - who knew that that end of every February they hold a winter market to which 60 - 70,000 people attend? We certainly didn't.

Eventually we found a campsite nestled on the banks of the Trondheimsfjord, that had a 2 bed cabin with heating for the duration of our trip.

It was with some trepidation that we arrived to discover a deserted campsite, but a quick calland 5 minutes later the lovely owner arrived, showed us to our cabin and telling us he'd be back at some point to check us in properly and take payment he left us to it.

It's a lovely little cabin, 2 bedrooms, open plan kitchen/diner and a little bathroom and its clean and has heating! In fact it's so warm that the chocolate is melting and has had to go in the fridge!

We weren't really sure what kind of a view we might have, but over breakfast it became clear.

Not a bad spot really.

Pants ......

Where will I buy my pants when living in Norway? No, seriously. It's is a major dilemma.

When I was in the 6th form choosing universities to apply to, my best friend went to Aberystwyth, where I was considering applying to. I got a postcard from him telling me that I couldn't go to uni the as there wasn't a Marks and Spencer's and where would I buy my pants.

I didn't go to Aberystwyth in the end, but not because I wouldn't be able to buy pants.

And now several years later, I am faced with a similar dilemma. When we move (or have moved) where will I buy my pants?

What is the Norwegian equivalent of M&S? How far will I have to go to buy my pants, or will I have to get pant parcels sent to me by my mother?!

I'm sure there should be lots of other issues occupying my thoughts, but the whole pants issue is starting to bother me.

Now, don't let me get started on cheese.