We missed the popular Norweigian pastime of “kiss a moose”. Ben, who has been getting ever more adventurous on his bicycle decided to push it to the top of the hill and launch himself over a bump, with the predictable consequence of him going bump. Looking ashen we put him to bed for most of the rest of the day, taking it in turns to stay with him. During Clare’s shift I took the dogs and Jack for a walk to the end of the peninsular.
He is now walks as much as is carried and is confident on his feet.
The view from the end of the peninsular is out to the Atlantic Ocean.
After eating no lunch and little dinner, Ben perked up later in the evening.
We are moving on tomorrow.