Hallingdal holiday

Our summer holiday is over, and it was way too short and a little on the chilly side. Having said that, it's been enjoyable. Not least because I could drive, for the very first time, in our own tiny car to the family cabin in the mountains of Hallingdal. The car was filled to the brims with luggage and still we failed to bring the essentials: thick wooly sweaters. Anywhoo. Here's a few cabin life images for you.

A great lakeside view literally on our doorstep.

Kurt studying the herd of sheep passing daily.

A built-in bunkbed with crepe cotton bedlinen is perfect for summer slumbering.

I'm partial to a splash of yellow, as you know.

Nothing says summer in the mountains like cottongrass.

A little colour inspiration for the season coming.

And what would my cabin blog post be without a little fitting vintage pottery...?

Finding these stacked away in in the cabin brought back childhood memories. I don't know the name of the decor, but if I remember correctly, it's by Figgjo flint and probably dating from the 1950s.