There is one good thing about the entire week of rain we've just had here on the west coast of Norway, the waterfalls are full and spectacular, even the ones only a few feet high. The air in the forest was cool, damp and still and the sound of water resonated through the mossy trees in every direction. Out on the summit the wind raged and blew low clouds across the landscape like exhaled smoke. It was good to be out again but I could do with change of scenery. Plans are afoot. Trains tickets have been purchased. Accommodation booked. Rusty skiing skills will have to be remembered.
