I’ve been tucked away in a corner of Norway’s tiny Kure Fjord for the last few weeks, but today I’m in the relative civilization of Oslo and taking a quick opportunity to catch up with my blog. Took around two hours to go through the accumulated comments. I didn’t reply to many of the comments or I’d have had to stay here for another day or so. Sorry if you expected a reply to yours, normal service will be resumed . . . eventually.
Also, there were many comments which were rude, crude, ignorant or just plain incomprehensible. If yours was one of these it was certainly blown away. Try again if you like, but the result will be the same, a waste of your time and mine. If that’s what turns you on perhaps you should try another little chat with your doctor?
Finally, there may have been one or two genuine, comprehensible and pertinent comments which got deleted by mistake. I hope not, but I have been known to make mistakes when I’m flustered. I don’t know if I’m flustered or not today; flitting in and out of a fluster . . .
What I intended to do was tell you about the voyage over here; tell you about the rose bay willow herb; tell you about the books I read; the two-day storm; the heat-wave; the novel I’m going to write called Out Stealing Timber . . . I know, I know . . .
And I was going to tell you about the opening concert of the Oslo Jazz Festival (Sketches of Spain); the new Oslo Opera House (with pictures); the people we met and the events which overtook us . . . but, it’ll all have to wait.
We should be back in the UK in a week or two and when I’ve sorted through the emails and other junk which is waiting for us, I’ll maybe do a little blogging.