The road we took had multiple turns and twists in it. The wind is blowing lightly and the leaves are rustling in the trees and the sky is bright. To my left I see a pole with the norweigan flag on between the trees. Behind, a great view opens up. There is almost no smell at all but for the light smell of pinetrees.

If you think closely, the road seems almost a bit mythical and mysterious the way it turns left and right. To my right a red brickwall blocks the way, and at my left a big group of trees and brushes covers the hillside.

To my left, a little mossy bridge between some of the trees appear, leading to the flag and the great view. The bridge sendt me to an almost closed off open area between the trees and brushes. In the open area in the middle an empty bench is the only thing that covers the area. The ground is filled with needles, pinecons, dark green moss, ferns and lingonberry bushes.