...is possible. And not only possible, also fun. Admittedly, more fun under a some sort of ceiling. The barbeque-shelter at Kvaløysletta was perfect spot for celebrating an almost-birthday (29.96). The rest of the weekend was then dedicated for cleaning the traces of this celebration, sleeping, doing small things at home (or maybe re-organizing kitchen closet does not qualify under small?) and being cosy at home under the rain-noisy roof. A weekend when it was enough to walk around Prestvannet with Sigrid and get soaked in the dark, rain and wind. (Okei, now I have repeated the word rain three times in six sentences. And it was not even raining on Saturday!)
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