See that perplexed look on this statue of a pilgrim ?
That’s me, that is – after a challenging day in the forest and arriving in the village of Pilgrimstad only to learn that the only hostel is closed cos the owners are on holiday. In May
But once again the locals have come to my rescue and a family who overheard my plaintive whining in a restaurant have taken pity on me and given me a bed for the night
As the name implies, this village was an important stop on the pilgrim highway to Norway. Inevitably there’s an Olaf spring here with curative powers
A wooden chapel for baptisms and marriages was built nearby in recent years from money left in the will of a Mr Olafsson. Which has a nice sense of history.
I love these local legends. My up and down track through the forest took me past a cave used as a hideout by a 15th century murderer. And there was also a spooky cabin deep in the woods. Anyone seen Blair Witch project ?
One sad story is told of a local priest at Mordviken (murder bay) who so incensed the pagans with his zeal that they rowed him out to a rock in the middle of a lake and left him to starve
Just one slight flaw in this cunning plan.
The priest could swim
He made a break for freedom and swum ashore. Where the locals beat him to death
Which seems not only cruel but rather unsporting