Autumn (Fall) begins here in late August, with colours peaking in mid September. Here are some pictures from north Senja. Two trips in one Sunday. This was the journey out to Botnhamn, where even the sea weed looked autumnal:
Family service at Botnhamn old people home, including the presentaion of confirmands and presentation of books to 6 year olds:
Continuing the walking theme back in September, we had another very pleasant walk up Tortenli on the east side of Senja. The first half of the route follows the ski track which I often use in winter, but then the path cuts up to a hill top through the woods. The view from the top takes in Gisundet (the sea seperating Senja from the mainland), with Kistefjell in the background. To the north is Gibostad and in the far distance are the mountains around Tromsø. It was a beautiful sunny autumn day with the only sound for most of the journey being the sheep bells.
September continued with sunny autumnal weather, and we used a free couple of hours before a service at Rossfjord old peoples home for a walk up Kvitfløya, a ‘vantage point’ above Rossfjord church (300m / 1000′). The colours were beautiful, although suprisingly difficult to fully capture with a camera.
The second Sunday in September included a trip to Husøy on the north of Senja for a morning service. About 3/4 of the outward journey was in the most amazing low cloud / sea fog. There was literally no horizon as the flat calm sea and lakes merged completely seamlessly into the fog.
On the final leg of the journey, the road rises. Once clear of the clouds it was a beautiful sunny day. On the way back I stop to snap a couple of the wayside attractions put in place for the Arctic Race – a bit like the Tour de France, but colder – which swept through a few weeks ago.
Susanna has begun her studies at Birmingham Conservatoire (England). She flew out early in September and is enjoying the student life. She also achieved her main goal in life: to move from her parents before they moved from her (a reference to the fate of her big sisters).
Here she is with her bereft mother . . .
. . . her new coat, and all the worldly posessions she could fit in 2 cases weighing less than 40 kgs:
So now we are, as one of our retired clergy commented, in English, “Back to basics”.
We have a spare room if anyone is interested . . .