Our local primary school, Lunde skule, up for a potential close-down in the upcoming Tuesday’s local council meeting, whereby all attempts at attracting newcomers to our small community will be utterly futile – unless they’re aiming for senior citizens (for whom, of course, schools are totally irrelevant – or is that per chance stating the obvious?).

An extreme close-up of the fog outside – this instance. Droplets made visible by forced flash, instantly reflected in the minuscule, wet entities. Taken with my Nokia N8, comme d’habitude.
Fruits and vegetables deemed off. We’re too good to be eating this kind of rubbish, no?
Yup, screw the Horn of Africa.
I’m beginning to get a little worried about our small community’s vastly excessive drinking habits, what with the recent Oktoberfest, the intermediate drinking and the upcoming, infamous crab feast later on this month. And now even a pub night this upcoming Saturday.
Woe is us.

Today’s weather conditions.
I know I’ve been posting a lot of aerial photographs (in reverse) lately. In my defence, there’s really not much else to blog in these parts, so bear with me, please.

We have a brand new mayor this coming Tuesday; my good friend (hell, everybody’s good friend) Kjetil Hestad, a through and through stand up guy, constantly flashing his thumbs – representing Norwegian Labour. Which of course made it all the more tempting to make a 1930s-style poster, to indicate that our island is going red as the redest menace (or would be, had it been the 1930s still).
Way to go, Kjetil! We’re flashing our thumbs, too!

This instance.
My apologies for the poor quality, mobile shoot in the dark and all. Still better than no video at all, methinks.

The neighbourhood derelict greenhouse converted into a Bavarian beer tent last Saturday night, in a bid at pulling off an Oktoberfest, Bavaria-style. And successfully so, I might add (see this page for more mobile shots).
Today is the crow and magpie Oktoberfest, it would seem, undoubtedly based on the remnants of German sausage and meat.

This used to be a petrol station when my father-in-law was a boy, would you believe, currently used as a storage facility of sorts.
Of course, we’re much better equipped nowadays.

I apologise most sincerely for last Thursday’s misleading photograph, depicting an impeccable, clear blue sky. The day will, undoubtedly, go down in our community’s annals as a day to remember, however uneventful – comme d’habitude.
This, on the other hand, gives a far more accurate impression of weather conditions in these parts – on a regular basis.
Yay…








