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Living in America Too. Oddities spotted along the way, and often I think, a display of my ignorance. You will probably enjoy this further glance into our life in Green Bay WI. Oh yes, and a trip round my mother’s garden back home in Scarborough, Great Britain.
Do forgive my silly approach.
Let’s start with Yard work (that’s gardening to you Brits).
I love Heidi’s Wood-burner and was real pleased when Dale and Lynn brought us along another stack of logs.
It might be a bit summery for lots of firelit evenings, but I do get to have a fire sometimes when the weather changes. While clearing out the garage I came across this pile of birch bark, and it crackles lovely.
Of course, hung up in the garage is all the flax, grown to turn to linen to weave to cloth.
While rummaging about in the garage or basement you do find some strange things.
I don’t quite understand the approach to recycling here.
There’s at least one thing me and Elvis Costello agree on.
It has been a good year for the roses.
And for hedges.
Not sure what they are, but they are beautiful.
“What’s that?” – “Ah they are Physiocarpus and Spirea.”
(Notice I am trying to coppice them, so they gradually intertwine. In a couple of years they will be a hedge.)
We bought some fairly expensive shrubs (Aren’t they always).
And found some old seeds in the garage.
Some might work.
We thought, lets feed the birds
And the birds are like, ‘Why didn’t you get one of these in the winter when we really needed it!’
This feller is waiting for me to clear the bed around the now planted shrubs.
Dwayne and Dian brought us these lovely flowers.
They brought them along on memorial day, to recall those who fell and those who came back broken.
This next feller has a tale to tell.
And see, I did get the shrubs in.
I told a friend about the above over the phone and I said it was a dwarf spruce in a weeping willy style. I don’t think I got that quite right.
(It looks like a bird’s nest by it’s finished btw)
This next little buddy will grow a bit taller so she will be hiding the gas meter.
And I am very pleased with my new toy. There is a lot to catch up on, don’t even get me started on buckthorn, so this is a way to catch up. I am hoping, once I am fitter that I can do most by hand. For now though, lets get radical.
And no I am not having a wee in this one.
I am going to need a big shovel.
Back to that hedge.
Shrubs to plant.
The rhubarb plant cost a small fortune but I feel I have done a good job of protecting it with potting soil, the a topping of cardboard covered in a home made mulch.
Same with the raspberry canes. they are out the back so didn’t need the fancy mulch stuff. And the rhubarb will serve as ground cover and the leaves as green manure.
Some days you really need to water, and others not so
We didn’t water this day.
The weather is changeable here in America, well OK I only really know about Green Bay. There might be a hint in the name though.
Now other people’s outdoor shots that have caught my eye.
I am not sure where I got this beautiful image from. If you let me know I will be grateful.
I don’t know where I half-inched this next one from either but it is of Njardarheimr Viking Town in Gudvangen, Norway and I feel homesick.
(I guess Green Bay is my home and my other homes are Scarborough and the home of my chieftain.)
Now come with us now on a walk to the hardware store (among other places).
I think we passed this house with a tower at just the right time, while all the folks with bows and arrows were on a meal break.
Then just down the road was an example of unrestrained novelty gardening.
The two big deep-voiced brusque blokes were huddled on the stoop deep in planning. “Do you think we should get another pink flamingo?” “Ah yeah, you can never have enough pink flamingos.” There is a lesson in life to be learned here.
We window shopped.
Then I got lost
The we passed the Hydrant Pizza place.
Come on, you can think of a better name than that. It is hardly appetising is it! And how are people going to find you? Where is that place? Oh it is by the hydrant.
If you need water to fill your hose there is a river nearby (I think it’s the Fox). It currently is in full spate. Spate is a thing you ever in fully, never in a mild spate.
As for this tree stump
I just like this tree stump. I have nothing to complain about it at all.
Now here is something I am very happy about. Tea grown in Yorkshire.
And no, you don’t ever have cream in tea.
These I was intrigued by.
It just doesn’t ring right. either it should be animal crackers or the crackers should be in brackets. Crackers!
Then to my horror I opened them. I had my cheese and chutney ready and my marmite. I was hanging back slightly though because I have noticed very small seashells to throw in your soup being called crackers, so they might not be big enough for my chunks of cheese.
I had after all heard the song; Animal Crackers in my soup.
After asking which animal was which I realised the great bounty I had discovered. I had to put away the cheese and chutney, for these were biscuits! Proper biscuits, like what we get in Britain. Not weird bread you put white sauce on and call it gravy. These were like Edinburgh shortcake. Wow I will be finding custard creams next.
We nearly went in here, for the free gifts.it is impolite to say toilet paper here, so people say TP. Oh I said it.
It is wrong to say toilet, but it is OK to say back-side. I am learning, I am learning.
I am not sure saying, you are going to need toilet roll, is a good way to advertise your food outlet.
We passed a jewellery store but I don’t think the decorations outside gave the right level of sophistication.
Plastic beads instore perhaps.
I don’t understand how making your religion part of your business sign helps keep the jobs coming in. Might other faiths be put off? And isn’t the main point good roofs?
The above reminds me of all the businesses in Britain who, as soon as we left Europe, put out England, Wales, Scotland and Northern Island flags. Less than thirty per cent of the voting public voted for it. Don’t they want those people in their pubs and cafes?
Rant over. (Rant one)
I didn’t understand this little garden ornament I saw for sale.
See nothing, Say nothing and Hear nothing. Or is the middle one Smell nothing?
What so everybody stops? I was stood here for ages.
Heidi was calling and calling for me to come on, but it said stop.
I told my pal Rob that he was welcome anytime.
When he heard about Gus’s Gun Bar he said he was bringing all the lads. Having eight pints of beer and then being able to buy an automatic rifle was their idea of a great night out.
(BTW I am thinking of going in this place and criticising their use of apostrophes, what do you think?)
Maybe I should just have a drink of water instead.
Is this outside the Waterpump Pizza place?
On our way to the hardware store I noticed this.
On our very first ‘almost’ date I walked Heidi into this. We made it to the store this time.
Now, I get very cross about the fact that it is called Martin Hardware, when it should be called Martin’s Hardware, but they do have a very nice little history section.
And as for Hardees.
Drainpipes aren’t the same here. They don’t go into the drains. so maybe they aren’t called drainpipes. Lawn waterers or something. I dunno. I do think this is a good use of an old paddling pool (there is one in the garage so I am wondering about digging a big hole).
We could get frogs. Maybe otters?
While we are on this walk to the hardware store I was wondering if we should get some vodka? For her.
At first glance she might not look thirsty, but she does come as part of a set.
Cone-cat survives the raccoon attack.
“Soon as I get this thing off I am sneaking back out there.” Mr Stumpy considers revenge.
But he does have delicate moments, he is seeking a lot of fuss and support.
Egbert is happy some of the time. Eggroll! Eggroll!
Or is he just trying to escape from Bumper-cone?
He has started using it as a battering ram to move everyone out of his way.
Did I mention revenge?
(We let him out of his cone for five minutes and he is ready to kill.)
His ‘girlfriend’ Giffa sometimes has to get away from him.
She stays away from him for a very long time.
Not sure where I got this pic (So am happy for comments and corrections) but I like these hog back stones.
The ones in the Yorkshire Museum in Museum Gardens in York are described as burial stones, but I don’t think so. Tell me if I am wrong but I reckon no bodies have ever been found under them; so they are memorial stones.
I will take advice on these too.
Can I cook them or burn them or anything?
That’s it for Vikings in this edition.
Heidi’s late husband Arnold designed this t shirt (and the album cover too) and I thought a few of you might have heard of the band.
That’s all the art I have for you this time.
Oh no hang on. I just spotted this amazing piece of art of a hero of mine. Such feeling and character. I hope my wonderful friend Linda doesn’t mind me sharing her joyful skill.
Now artwork from the family in the Zoom family quiz. We had to recreate some classic pieces of work with only as few minutes to see it and then sort it.
I pinched this one too.
Before the distasteful pictures of chicken’s feet etc here is a feature from Scarborough, Yorkshire, Great Britain.
No, before the garden, here are a couple of old family photos. Carefully preserved by my sister.
My Mum and Dad and Ginny my sister. Circa 1957.
From around the same period, four generations of women. Toddler, (Ginny), mother (Connie), Nana, (Mary) and my great grandmother.
(Oh yes and a duck.)
My Mum’s Garden
Ah, but first here is a pic I got from the Facebook page I Love Scarborough of way back when a whole hotel fell into the sea.
Stories are that they knew there might be subsidence so they charged the guests at supper time. Other’s say that guests were eating breakfast and were told the hotel was actually moving and people sat and finished their black pudding and beans etc before running for their lives.
A guy who used to drive me to the hospital told me he worked there and it wasn’t erosion from the sea it was subsidence from above. The beck or stream or creek had been built over and the water went down into the lime stone and eroded it from under the hotel.
Anyway my mum’s beautiful garden which looks up at the castle above.
I think there is a glimpse of the castle up at the top. There’s my mum’s palm tree behind her roses. This is the top rank and then there is grassland, then woodland, then the castle.
I am most pleased to see the marigold, I put seeds all over that wild banking and at least this one came up.
Note the bunting all over the gooseberry bushes, this is to keep the birds off the fruit.
These lilies were kindly planted in memorial for my father.
We get more every year.
This next plant is doing very well, and I don’t think mum is very pleased about it. It started off as a tiny rock plant when I bought it (For less than a pound.) and it turned into a monster.
I think we are indoors for this beauty.
This next one is adorable.
As is the whole garden (Well done Heidi Two, er I mean Kirsten. Mum gets their names muddled up all the time.) A great job Kirsten.
And this amazing shot from the Facebook page I Love Scarborough this amazing shot of just along the road from mum’s. the boat is just off shore from fifteen minutes walk away.
I think this was taken in Scarborough. this is an example of taking social distancing too far. You could never hit the pan standing that far away.
Below this link – The final section; the food section, perhaps needs to come with a warning. I’ve been trying some horrid food!
The best of times the worst of times, this always seems to be the way for me. So it is on this trip to Scandinavia. Yes my health seems to have taken another of its backwards steps whilst I am supposed to be getting better each day a bit at a time.
I have been saying over this ill health year that there are good patches every day (my pal Donna wants to know where I buy these patches) I cannot even say this at the moment; no, no good patches but good people. Good people here every day and we feel like being here every day. So if you never see Sigrun, Alda and Svanhvit again it is because they have stayed here with me in ‘Wolf Town’ forever. Well, either that or their car fell completely apart on the way home. It started on the way here, and quite frankly there isn’t much left – except super glue and Gaffer tape.
I can be ill here and still happy, I would be just as poorly if I was at home and I am surrounded by laughs, love and ‘loveliness’ yes.
The Norns. We are the three Norns and life is only perfect when we are united. Oh no, they have their mum with them! So I have promoted her to the position of Norn – where does that leave me? I guess I am the devoted follower; a bit like the besotted, squirmy, devotee you see with vampires. I am the Norns assistant.
I got here though – we are back in beautiful Denmark; last year I did a review, with a main feature on Danish design: It is rubbish! Unless it is eggcups of course, they are good at them.
Not that you can tell they are eggcups by looking at them. If you were out shopping for them you would probably pass them right by.
So, if you see something and you don’t know what it is, buy it, take it home and stick an egg in it.
When I say design what I mean is; if you build a thing you have built it, but if you spend time beforehand thinking not only about whether or not it looks cool but about whether or not it will actually work, or even better finding ways it will work better and in new ways – then – it has been designed.
That isn’t how it works here, well not in my experience last year, admittedly my very limited experience of just one apartment; a grannie flat actually.
Converted from a cellar and retouched recently to be lettable to mugs, sorry I meant tourists.
The loo was under the stairs in a miniscule cupboard where you couldn’t even stand up at the sink, yet the bathroom was gigantic. One of those semi basement places where there are huge windows all along the back wall with no nets; this is all over looked by a children’s play area for the people upstairs. Needless to say, the second time I went in there I wore clothes, at least till I got the curtains closed.
The water from the shower hit the back wall of the bath and followed a runnel around under the shower heads. I realised as I got out it was flying to the tiles like a waterfall. I mainly discovered this by stepping into the lake my clothes and towel were in.
The dining area was in my bedroom, the couch and computer desk were in the other bedroom. The wardrobes had been newly painted and were sealed shut as a result.
The kitchen was minute; a short passage with a narrow cupboard by the window. A mismatch of tiny pottery hung on a rack and the one cupboard held the fridge (which ripped your skin off every time you opened it). When you turned on the really high tap the water hit the tiny round sink in such a way that it turned into a geyser which visited the electric hob in torrents, (most of us survived intact).
When we discovered the final straw of opening the window we were almost glad that is was impossible to close again because it was out of reach so at least the owner would understand that fault.
Don’t even get me started on shopping in Velje!
But no it is this year and that is all behind us. The 2017 review. This time it is Ryanair.
The engines are not powerful enough to be able to keep the lights on during take off. If they didn’t make us all sit in the dark we would never get off the ground, well not all the way up anyway. Similarly make sure you turn everything off when about to land or the engines will never get us to the ground.
Magazine racks are an optional extra same as tickets and seats are.
As for passengers, I don’t think it is just my mood but everyone travelling with Ryanair is really irritating. It is urgent to get to the plane as soon as possible. Some race across the runway to get to the back steps before you, even at the expense of a young family member, only to discover she has the now needed boarding passes and is at the bottom of the steps behind everyone. Hah hah hah hah haa.
Hah hah hah hah oh I have to wait until she can bring them till I can get past them.
Yes I know the boarding passes were checked at the boarding pass checking gate before we set off down towards the plane so don’t need checking again now we are all passengers getting on the same plane I know, I know, I know.
They lied about extra leg room, I didn’t fall for paying for extra leg room; it turns out what they really meant was actual leg room.
Flying Ryanair without paying for all the extra extras is like being in a plaster cast – and I had to share!!!
They brought me wine, though things are not what they were, one glass and I fell asleep.
That’s where I got to dream that there were two rival singers running airways; Ryan Adams and Brian Adams. I was lucky to be on Ryanair. Brianair is even worse, “Every breath you take, every move you make, I’ll be charging you.”
Let not my whole review of our holiday in Denmark be critical and bad I shouldn’t poke fun all the time.
The cabin is fantastic – cheap too. Here in Ulfsborg we are in the depth of woods and I am the log man.
There would be no kindling without me without me there would be no kindling. The fires they burn because of me because of me the fires burn.
I have another important job too, that of fire monitor.
It might be worth noting that I have a specific walk for each of these important tasks, so the mere girls know what it is I am about.
I may have failed occasionally, when one of the ‘girls’ points out that a fire is getting a bit low. What they fail to realise is that they real man fire monitor has an inbuilt sensor and was just about to get up and add another log. Chop chop.
The area is beautiful. I admit Norwegians are wrong; whenever you say to one of them, “What’s Denmark like?” They reply in the same way every time, using the one word, “Flat.”
They are right yes, but they are quite condemning when they say it, dismissive, they cannot bring themselves to say more, for indeed there is nothing left to say.
In future I may respond with, “And happy!”
It is not quite as flat as they say, not like in totally. It is beautiful with much nature (Beaches are hard to get to or even see without owning a holiday home among the private dunes) but there is so much protected wildness.
I have enjoyed: thatched rooves, wooded estates, gladioli (so yes it is beautiful), lille frogs, lille cakes, sporadic songwriters, antiks, crafts, fleas, fungi, pagan sacred areas, sculptures, sand sculptures, marinades, free vodka, fish cakes, Asatru forests, carved gods and goddesses, mother goddess shaped sacred areas, recovered long-ships, towers of hope, mjord, home-baking, proper bread, fired steak, thatch dryers, lille horses, bus shelters, everything.
We have planned: future trips, future residences, bake houses, barn conversions, Jorvik shows, poodle tales, Hastings, graphic novels, fan trips, London fashion week, TV series, rock opera, Vegas trips, tunics, wood carving, Greek myth shows, book launches, landscaping, stalls, food festivals, story shares, sock making, everything.
We look around, everyone looks happy, really happy, as we sit with chocolate Soft Is (not me thank you), they smile, as they pass they are so so happy – I hate them!
This is the happiest place to live in the world – How irritating!
Oh if only we had so much spare time. As we sat in Sandwichvej, Holstebro thinking of our drive back to Klitvej Cabins it wasn’t like we were on holiday at all all of a sudden. We looked around at a happy happy people who have half a vacation’s worth of time off every week of the year (I swear they retire at twenty nine and a half) it as like we were already halfway back to Drudgevej, Taskmadby.
They are so relaxed they don’t even realise bicycles are for exercise, (actually they are not, they are for getting from A to B cheaply and in a hurry, but there is no way on earth they would get that idea) they are a gentle occupation of the ‘occupy your time’ generations of this Nordic land.
They walk like they have those bouncy blades Paralympians use strapped to their feet, but not to hurry at all, oh no.
Slow cycle, slow, we have a lot of time to fill, a lot of time.
They haven’t rushed since they leapt off the Viking long-ships and charged into your land roaring.
Ah, all of those guys stayed in Iceland, Belfast or the Gorbles. These are the descendants of the remainder.
Not a lot of these oceans of spare time are spent on appearance; utility is the only option – and hairdressers for women must only possibly survive if they charge an immense amount per cut to whip it all off. Not one woman in Denmark has long hair. Boy cuts. Dead straight forward boy cuts, but hey ‘we gotta get out there and cycle slow looking happy’.
‘We are so relaxed we can not even be bothered clapping singer songwriters why should we have long hair?’
‘What do you think we are – Vikings?’
Hang on – there’s a fashion statement – there is someone coming up the street in a T shirt – with something written on – it says – it says – Let’s Party and Dance. They even need extra instructions on how to party!
Here on the way home I reflect in a more serious mood on how nice everyone was and what a great time we had.
I sit now with my sandwich of bacon, wettuce and what-once-was-tomato and recall the beautiful scenery. The forest deep in the centre of the country was my favourite part. The centre should be designated an area of outstanding unflatness as it is less like Bonnie and Clyde land and more like Yorkshire with extra wildness. It rolls.
We got lost. All we had to look out for was a particular tree but it could only be seen from the west of the trees and we were driving from the east (I think). My favourite part of the trip, of the whole holiday in fact, was getting lost in the wrong forest. I don’t think the three drivers were as chuffed, indeed I guess, Jonas wished he had come in his truck. It was magical nonetheless; and we did eventually find our sacred forest with its large carvings of the old gods and goddesses.
We will be going there again – by a more direct route.
I almost forgot – I am a Viking Chieftain!
We dressed up – no we didn’t – ‘we became’. Off we went to the meandering magical village of the ancient Danes.
This village has been built so well, modelled on dwellings and arrangements of the area and on buildings from other regions of the Viking empire such as Iceland.
The variation added to the natural appearance of the village which rolled and wandered just as if it had gradually developed.
Now, when I go back to Norway I have sailed the sea in many ships over in Denmark as soul command.
Christian (Schuetz) the storyteller from Germany was so impressed with my interpretation which cannot be described as untrue that he invited me to the long house to sit upon the tall imposing chieftain’s throne. This I did and promptly declared myself chieftain. I can tell you that I addressed my subjects and all those around me obey my every command; wave I command and they wave etc.
In this land where I sailed those ships I had sat as chieftain yes.
And if you want to prove wrong my cheeky descriptions of boring unimaginative Danish people then go to the marvellous Café Sajd in Jelling and their highly exciting Mythological Festival. – http://www.cafesejd.dk/mytologiskartfestival/
How exciting to playing a part in the growth of a Viking town. There are massive plans for Viking Valley here in the magical Gudvangen. Already world-renowned as a place of Viking life, the long dreamed of project is now launched.
A Viking town. Situated here in this place where visitors already flock; within the valley walls of this fjord between the long falls (I count 14 flowing down to God’s waters as I write this).
Right now at this moment I observe the valley. A wide expanse with different areas; the narrow flowing village of spacious timber dwellings, the far farm houses below the steep goat trail, the central encampment all along the riverside where Vikings have landed and gathered each summer. Nestled quietly beyond the silver birch is a throng of arrival – a ‘landing stage’ from the world. Cruise ships in a trail along the supremely beautiful Sognfjord disembark their eager passengers. Flåm railway has dispatched its host of visitors to their ferries to come here, (you can hear their multi-national voices cheering as they sight their destination), and Aurora, Alexsson, Benevista, Viking Tours etc accompany a hiss of air, a whoosh of door with, ‘We have arrived at our destination.’
There is plenty to experience here in the Viking Valley, especially in a week or so when the Vikings arrive on mass for our annual market, yet we are only at the start of our journey.
Gudvangen is already high up on the list of places to visit in Norway, and within a year or so it will be higher up, it will probably be top of the list of Viking places to visit. For here we stand at the very beginning of our new journey.
I was privileged to be involved in the launch banquet, to see the presentation for the media and for all the tour operators; as plans were unveiled for Njardarhiemr.
I will attempt to present a ‘picture’ of what is in store for us, but first, the food!
It is of course a major part of all life, not just Viking. I am enjoying the simplest of tastes of Norway by buying kaviar and having my favourite snack; Brunost (dark brown cheese) with sliced pear and honey. I expected far more of course, but I didn’t expect to be invited to a banquet. The chef team here have been working hard at bringing us dishes which are authentic and of restaurant quality. As the fire pit is being unearthed we are told how we know of the techniques, such as fermenting, curing, drying etc etc, and that we know of the ingredients, yet we have very little in the way of recipes. It is creativity and imagination from talented chefs which adds the final ingredient. This is authentic, for it was true then as it was now. The three main factors in Viking age food are the techniques, the available foods and the talents of the cook, and Vikings were very good cooks – So are the chefs here!
We had a savoury cream porridge topped with fermented carrots which was delicious and I am planning to have a go myself. Marinated cod with green leaves was wonderfully delicate, although I was a little concerned during the introduction, (There is a lovely tradition here of the chefs introducing the dishes as they appear), when we were told the marinade was made from wee, it turned out to my great relief that this was a mispronunciation of whey. Another dish of the several courses I enjoyed was the smoked mackerel with cheese; the cheese was soft whipped cheese which appeared at first to be whipped cream and I was a little surprised when Janett a hotelier from the region commented that it was liquorice cheese; It was delicious, especially with the rye bread and local butter. The fire pit had contained lamb and celeriac, both tasting excellent.
Viking rice will be a popular staple during the camps, festivals and markets I am sure; a delicacy new to me where barley is served in the way rice would be, often with wild garlic.
This year as always I will be enjoying wandering from tent to tent being offered tastes from the pots upon the fire. I will be cooking that way myself of course. Another highlight will be the new team from within the Njardar Vikings who have been researching and practicing methods from the time, they too will be providing meals of an authentic nature.
Personally I will no doubt be making an offering of Neolithic cave bread, not Viking age exactly but I am sure they would have known of older techniques such as cooking upon stone. In previous years this has proved to be great fun, with me starting cooking around six and still at it at nearly midnight.
I have another plan this year too. An English Viking dish! Well I am sure they would have eaten eels, so why not jellied eels. I am going to have a go. It is with great pleasure that I hear there will be fishermen among us doing presentations of their catch and I am hoping to procure some eels.
If anyone has any idea of how ‘liquer’ is made to go with the eels do let me know.
Another way food ideas will be expanded is by the consideration of vital aspects of Viking life; raiding and trading. We ruled an empire. All sorts of foods will have been brought up this fjord from around our ‘globe’. All sorts of people will be taking part in our camps too, we have had over twenty nationalities living here as Vikings in previous summers, many of them will be bringing their Viking-age knowledge.
We will all be bringing skills and talents too. This new town will be full of drama, real life, entertainment, activities and courses. From horsemanship to Viking weddings.
Be ready to be part of our town as we bring Viking life – to life!