Benson and the Chickens
I find it very curious how Norwegians approach their animals – they give them pet-names but then they can also eat them…lol. One time when we were on the farm we were eating venison. It was so lovely – and I told Farmor so. She smiled and said ‘Benson would be happy to know that’. I nearly choked. Benson was the farm deer that would wonder from paddock to paddock and even ate potato peels straight out of Farfar’s hand. We loved Benson – and now he was sitting on our plates. So, I decided to honour his memory and took another mouthful.
Actually, Benson was so well looked after on the farm that he lived much longer than he would have in the wild.
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It’s always fun to take kids to the beach.
Many Norwegians know what they are doing when they pick wild mushrooms. This knowledge is passed down the family during mushroom hunting trips. The hard-core mushroom hunters go into the mountain wilderness for days to get the best finds.
The further ‘out of the way’ you go the more common it is to see folk cottages standing by the side of roads, along fjords or in a thicket of trees, minding their own business. 
Runes were the written language of the Vikings.
Towards the water in a beautiful pocket of leafy oak trees is the Byneset Church.
Oh L-Jay, more video from the farm please.
It’s amazing that I can recognize the little glimpses of a place that I haven’t seen since 1997.
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from L-Jay:
I think the farm has that affect on people. Summers are always filled with old friends stopping by from all over the world. It is surreal to meet people who are strangers but know the farm so well. (I didn’t come on the scene til 2004…lol.) With something so wonderful in common friendships are always made.