Bergen

Most important:

Re-united with my specs! All extra reading glasses now pensioned off.

We shopped a little. Sat in the sun with a coffee and a sticky bun. Wandered the Fish Quay. Not so fishy any more.

M wished to see Greig’s place at Troldhaugen, so we asked at the tourist office how to get there. Bybanen. Get off at Hop, and walk from there. So we did, and were a bit wobbly-weary in the legs on arrival, nearly an hour later, having negotiated many incorrect wiggly roads and hills on the way. NB. There is a bus. We took it, back to town later. A well-earned restorative cuppa before a tour of the garden, M colour-coded,

and house, and museum. 1001 photos. Helpful guides. Spooky atmosphere. Video session of Grieg’s most popular music to the backdrop of fabulous Norwegian scenery. Both impressed, M bought a copy to take home and wow the friends.

Walked back to the bus-stop and travelled in the rain back to Josin. End of day.

Shetland tomorrow. Alls well.