Houses

So the whole purpose of our trip to Norway this weekend is to look at some houses.

If I may I will tell you about the second one first.  The estate agent was busy and couldn't show up around, so he said he would ask the owners to leave the keys hanging up for us.

We drove around a beautiful lake where we could hear the gently singing of some huskies, which believe are trained by Mel Andrews, who competes in the Femund Dog Sled race which starts down the road near Røros. 

We found the house which was a little uninspiring, very open and straight onto a busy main road which wouldn't be great for the kids.

The house itself was a bit bigger than the the first house (more later), but as there were no keys anywhere we couldn't really see. Bit disappointed, and very pleased that we didn't come all the way to see that one house. The agent will be getting a bit of an earful on Monday morning!

I think it's safe to say that, even despite me wearing my 'sensible hat', that Jim and I have both fallen hard for the first house we saw.

It's in a village called Ålen, up a private road, with an amazing view. It needs work, quite a bit in some instances, but it is lovely.

This is a view from the little veranda.