Kirkehavn.

Really should be viewed large.

We woke up to a beautiful sunny day, so M and I ate a quick breakfast before driving out to Hågåsen. We got a little lost and ended up in a very confusing conversation with a local that spoke no English, and whose Norwegian sounded nothing like the language spoken in our Teach-Yourself books! We think he assured us that we could get to the viewpoint via a tiny path through the fields. It was a beautiful walk through meadows that had been allowed to grow wild, and throughout the knee-high grass were splashes of blue, pink and yellow flowers, home to butterflies, crickets and tiny brown birds that fluttered away chirping when we got close.

Eventually we made it to a wider track that took us to the top of the hill where a battery dating back to Napoleonic times stands; on the walk up we passed deep tunnels, walls dripping in the dark, which we soon discovered emerged at the top of the hill. They had been used for transporting ammunition from the base of the hill to the top under cover - a distance of about 1/2 mile on some routes.

It was amazing to walk round such a complete barracks, but what took my breath away was the view of the area of Kirkehavn from the cliffs. We spent a good hour or two enjoying the views and the history, and signed our names in an old notebook we found full of tourists' signatures before heading back to enjoy a lunch of bread and cheese on the bench in front of our cabin.

After lunch, we pootled out on the boat for some fishing and at dinner time, we motored to the summerhouse and set up an engangsgrill (disposable BBQ) for some sausages and salad. We thought we'd have one more go at some fishing, and after casting a couple of times I got myself a cod! He was lovely and plump and about 40 cm (nose to tail) - very proud of myself! Feeling victorious, we headed home in the lovely pink light, and then took a walk to the top of the cliffs overlooking Kjellenes to watch the sun dip behind the cliffs.