Bad weather

If you voluntarily choose to settle in Western Norway, there are a few things you should know before actually making the decision to move house.

First, this part of the country boasts some of the most magnificent and dramatic phenomenons of nature, such as the fjords and waterfalls - each liable to produce gasps of oohhs and ahhss in the visiting tourists. When flowing serenely in sunsprayed surroundings, they are spectacular to look at whilst simultaneously being liquid reminders of the fact that these insignia of beauty can also be  lethal and capricious. Thousands have died merely attempting to eke out a living from these sometimes treacherous and intimidating waters, as many travellers in bygone days could testify, even while the brutal and chilling storms of winter were pounding their small vessels.


Second, if you happen to love a Sunday afternoon joyride in youtr car, the roads of the West Country are solidly not on your side. Having stayed here for a mere month or so, you will eventually have to conclude - in amazement and disbelief - that our authorities and the spectacles of nature have in tandem decided to make the effort as unpleasant as possible: if you want to enjoy your weekend sparetime, then go for a walk in the woods, or, better still, walk your dog. At least the dog will appreciate your outdoor presence. If you choose to ride your car, on the other hand, you should be warned that your moments of genuine enjoyment, will be repeatedly and sadistically cut short by the very vexing apperance (at highly irregular intervals) of tunnels. And know this: there are several hundreds of them

Third, if you should happen to remain be very optimistic about you future existence in the West of Norway, please study reliable weather data from one our providers of weather forecasts. And if your eyesight still serves you well, you will shortly discover why a 14'th century monarch  elected to move our capitol from Bergen to Oslo: the rains in the West of Norway are perennial companions to any outdoor fanatic, particularly during summer, spring, autumn and well, yes, winter, too.

If you favour sun and fun, then, you now know what to do: stay where you currently reside, and let us torture ourselves by wrestling with the prospect of yet another Sunday afternoon joyride through tunnels lining the farthest recesses of pur seldom sunlit fjords. And yes: you have to pay toll using the potholed asphalt roads.

Still thinking about moving, are we?