Olden, Norway - Day 10
Sounding like a broken record, we woke up to a perfect blue sky. The sun was shining beautifully on the little farms and houses directly across from our balcony. With the binoculars I looked across at the farmers baling hay and got a look at how they wrap them in plastic. So cool! A little farmer was gathering up something in his patch of field and once his little wagon was full he detached the gathering arm (no official farm term in my head to explain it except occasionally when you see mowing on the side of the road and it’s like a little arm that goes up then down with the mower attached). Anyway, after it was detached he would head home to unload, then come back for more. Could not have been more than just a few acres for both the farmer baling and gathering. Very cute scene. THIS, my friends, was a wonderful “make-up” day for missing the Faroe Islands. Breakfast was the usual, so we won’t go into more detail there, but afterwards we walked around the town and I got some nice sho...