The kayaker returns from Norway and I have several things to report.
Wet clothes smell the same after a week in a Norwegian river as they do after a week in an English one.
A stone from the river now resides in my bowl, this now a ritual from all water paddled.There is a world in this dish.
I know, I know, if everyone did this there'd be no river bed left, but they don't, it's just us.
My desk frivol corner is getting crowded, snuggled up and cosy next to Jane Austen is a Norwegian Troll.