O worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness: fear before Him all the Earth.
Psalm 96 : 9
Ornskoldsvik and Ulvo
A contrast in places:
Ornskoldsvik, a town with sophisticated architecture, once hosted the winter para Olympics.
and
Ulvo, a fishing village, last functioning as such in 1965.
The town is situated on the mainland.
Ulvo is on the dramatic island archipelago.
There is a good place for travellers to park and a pleasant walk along the bay and into town. Travelling about 20 miles, it is then possible to take a ferry. They are used by the locals and give one some idea of how impressive this archipelago is.
Let’s use photographs to have an idea of earth, sea and sky.
The smaller islands seem to be granite and small pine trees. Some look like they have been thrown out like skipping stones. The sea is calm, and the sky is changing readily with the wind. Every now and then, these clouds spit out rain, not a shower, as no one gets wet.
Soon, the island is in view. A mum and here three children have been travelling with us on the ferry. It is holiday time, and it seems she has childhood connections and a home here. She loves it that her children ask to come back here.
There are few roads and houses. People were still fishing for herring here in 1965. A museum is to remind you of this past. Sets of tools are also well presented . Let us appreciate the workmanship in them as well.
Hanging up near the nets was a coat. A very roughly made fur coat. I asked about it. It was at least a hundred years old handed to the museum by the vicar 40 years ago. He had inherited it, and I was intrigued. I had never seen such a rough skin. I asked . It had been a wolf.
All for fish.
The homes were comfortable but simple. The village church from the 1600s ,used now for weddings, had some colourful paintings.
The wild flowers were lovely in the sunshine.
A good place to be.
leaving foam over the smooth,
it was time to leave Ulvo.
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
William Shakespeare
Remember, a dead fish can float downstream, but it takes a live one to swim upstream.
W.C. Fields
Some thoughts about fish:
Our internet isn’t terribly good tonight, so I hope you get this, and for those in America, have a happy 4th July.
Take care,
Sandy 🙂
All of my husband’s Norwegian ancestors are from Vestre Toten, Oppland, Norway, so I have been very interested to follow your journey and see the great photos. Thank you for posting!
A pleasure.
You’ve made this part of the world come alive for me. Magic. The church, the flowers, the museum. 🥰
This was particularly lovely. A story book life for the little family we met.