The Crane.

We arrived at Brevik at silly o'clock this morning, I got up early to take some pictures as the boat steamed up the fjord. As we docked we were confronted by this crane which is part of the cement works in which  we were parked.

After breakfast, we went on a tour of the old town which is on an island that you access by crossing a narrow bridge about thirty metres long. The tour guide has a day job as a hotel manager but, in spite of only being a part timer, he was very good. He introduced us to a lady who kindly opens her home to tourists so that they can see the inside of one of these stylised buildings controlled by the conservationist legislation. The first extra is a view of her home from the outside; the black thing sticking up over her front porch is a weather vane with its design being based on the silhouette of her Scottie dog, it appears to comply with the regulations, but - then again . . . . .

After the official tour had finished, we went down to the shore to investigate the tepee we'd seen from afar; disappointingly, it turned out to be an unlit bonfire; that's the second extra.

The final one is the view of the island from the boat as we were leaving. The suspension bridge is a contemporary of our own Forth Road  Bridge while the slender tower in the centre of the picture is part of a second bridge due to open next year (c.f. the Forth bridges).