We met him as we entered our new home for a few nights, Trondheim. It was our last stop but because of paths being closed it was not, so we will spend time discovering the other tracks because we have kilometres to do.

We warmed to him straight away as he was interested in similar philosophers, mystics, great thinkers over recent times and us. Names like Schiller, Jung, and Ghandi were not just other words to be spelt correctly but people who changed the world.

There were women too but they were not recognised because of their gender, and I believe we have a darker world today because of that fact. The feminine touch
talks it out and wants a solution after thorough investigation.that clearly doesn’t happen with the boys.

So we made a lovely connection with Gunter and we hope to keep in touch. He also seems to like some of my poetry and we spent time sharing philosophers and poets, as we read poems together and shared stories. So I wrote him a poem for being so good to us, but he doesn’t win over easily.

From those we don’t know, concerns were raised about felling trees unnecessarily and for the wrông reasons and the unbearable fact that oil is being wasted and will run down to desperately low levels in 10-15 years.

Most people, the papers write, have a positive view and talk of an lnnovative Norway with many new ideas in the pipeline (pun intent). The positive ones say that with innovation, less oil can be used to produce much more energy thus lasting many years and it will continue to improve much further into the future.

For those who haven’t seen a Fjord before, like me, it was an unusual experience, I stepped back, took a deep breath and sat there for a while feeling very little, I know they are economically and socially important but I was also told they look magnificent but I don’t see that. Like I’ve said before ‘our knowledge is great but our lack of understanding of that knowledge can lead to damaging short term decision making’.

I’ll try again in my next post when we head north to much later dusks than 0345

In the meantime we have walked continuously for 15 days ie. approximately 375kms. We said 500 but the distance we would like to match is the one between Oslo and Trondheim which is just under 650 kms so we’ll aim to complete that.

In the meantime our room is on the Nidelva River that drifts thoughtfully through this ‘coloured house city’, the beautifully-old Trondheim where King Olav seems to still reign today. Made a saint, his is the name of the path that we’ve been weaving in and out of since the start of May.

The Nidelva River, is host to our front yard which is a 7km grassy walk also home to an outdoor exercise park. This allows me no excuse to dodge my morning pd exercise routine, while also beckoning me out of my cute little ‘river view home’.

Tomorrow we take the sun with us, as we form new relationships beyond the midnight sun, but first we will have a catch up with a pilgrim of St Olav, the one who dragged himself through that horror night some days ago.

We made a deal to have coffee and smokes (both help to prevent Parkinsons), but do nothing to get you out of 5 feet of snow, although your feet get washed at 6 feet but also stuck. Alas it seems we need another remedy for this item.

He arrived last night after walking 46kms
straight to his hotel and this morning had to walk 200 metres to meet us for coffee at 1030. We caught up at 1130. Why? Because he was at another of the 5 cafes that carried the same name? It didn’t matter cause we were able to spend another hour with him as he took us to meet others who had the best advice for our friend wanting to walk this trail. Another good bye but we will stay in touch. By the way, three of his friends/relarives have pd so we had much to talk about.

Sick bay report – your soothing words mean that Corrie is sick no longer and now it’s my turn, I have a sore back.