成人快手

Every picture tells a story, they say, so this blog will have a lot of photos and not so much writing. No, I'm not being lazy, although I do have a crick in my neck from prolonged photo-size-adjustments, I just prefer the visual to the written. (I think it's to do with my short attention span.)

So, without further ado, I shall begin.


The trip across the sea from Baltasound to Norway was a bit lumpy, and about half o the bairns were sick. But they coped admirably with their malaise, and were jumping about on deck by the time we were in sight of Norway.


John Anderson, the Mate, at the wheel on our way east.





We passed through some oil fields.






Our first sight of land was Mount Alden, at V忙rlandet and Bulandet.





We were met on the pier by some good friends.





The local school had invited us to spend some time with them, and we took part in an orienteering class, a music class, and a hike.





Linda and Gry from V忙rlandet took a short trip on board the Swan.








In V忙rlandet someone has had the rather enterprising idea of a Fishing Net Hotel. Sounds strange? We thought so too, untill the it was explained. A fishing boat usually has more nets than they use on one trip to sea, I think it depends on which sort of fish they are after. So what do they do with the unused net when they're not able to look after it? Yup, they send it to the Fishing Net Hotel. There it is taken good care of, stored in a good environment, and fixed if required. And to get the net there, they just have to steam up to the pier and it is taken directly from the ship into the building via a pipe, where it is directed to its own room.











Next stop was Hardbakka, where another school had invited us for a visit.




We were tied up in the beautiful harbour, with what looked like an enormous mountain behind the village. Of course, one of the activities at the school would be to climb said mountain. 'Just a short walk!' we were told. Ok, we were starting to learn that Norwegians are a fit race.

And, speaking of races, that's exactly what they did for fun on the mountain....




But the view at the top was worth all the sweat, and we could see Alden to the North, where we had come from the night before.






In Bergen our young folk entertained with shetland fiddle music.




In Baldersheim we were treated once more to some of Bunty's amazing home baking. Thanks so much Bunty!







From Baldersheim we carried on South, and stopped in Skudeneshavn and Stavanger. Go carting and lazer quest were some popular activities. (You can take the teenager out of the modern world but you can't take the modern world out of the teenager!)

From there we headed towards our final school encounter in Dirdal, a meeting that would not have happened without Island Blogging. We had been invited there by Dag, a regular commentor and know to many I-Bloggers.

Ian at the helm in H酶gsfjord.






While we were sailing through H酶gsfjord, with Dirdal in the distance, Dag and his family were busy firing up the barbeque!







Dag met us at the pier....






and came on board for a tour.




Then we spent a very pleasant evening at his house with Dag and his family. Tusen takk!




Dag's school took us all a tour of the local area the following day. The sun shone and we had a great time. We hope their school will make it to Unst one day.







This is us leaving Jorpeland to finally head homewards.






However, we did have an extra treat up our sleeves....



This is Utsira. Ian has always wanted to go there after spending much of his life listening to the shipping forecast! It is a very beautiful place, and we wished we had spent longer there.





LIfe wasn't all sunbathing and relaxing on this trip tho...





Doing a spot of boat maintenance - sanding the woodwork,




waxing the mast, and.......




peeling the tatties!



However, it was a thoroughly enjoyable experience.











The way home was sunny and flat calm, which was very welcome, although it meant motoring the whole way. We didn't mind at all, as we were well used to the sounds of the engine by this point.






Eddie's watch.




Nearly home! Coming past the Balti Light.





A big thank you to all our hosts in Norway, you all really made our trip worthwhile, and we hope we can return the favour sometime.


So, that's about it really, back to the rain beating against the windows and the 9-5 again.. ( Apart from I'm away soon on another sailing trip, this time a race from Bergen to Shetland and back. More about that in the holidays.)