Flakstadøya laybyJuly 13, 2017 in Norway ⋅
The wind was blowing strong and cold and spattering Martha Motorhome with rainshowers. Continuing our journey south west accross the Lofoten Islands we passed a number of cyclists wrapped in fluorescent waterproofs, their faces screwed up tight against the inclement weather. It reminded us of where we are in the world and made us grateful to be viewing the amazing landscape from behind a windscreen and with blown air heating!
In a way, the fact that the splendor of these islands still shone out through the hostile conditions is testament to their unique beauty. The sea was a dark blue fringed with rich turquoise and speckled with white caps. We travelled through boggy flatlands, with shallow ponds reflecting the sky and the white cotton grass blowing in the wind. The tall, triangular mountains were swathed in darkness, the thick grey cloud preventing light from penetrating directly and adding a menacing quality to our surroundings.
We detoured off the beaten track and visited the quiet town of Stamsund for lunch. We saw very few people and several places were shut. There was a harbourside, whitewashed wooden board pub offering SUP (stand up paddle board) excursions and as we haven't yet eaten out in Norway we were tempted to lunch here, until we saw the prices. The £18 for a hamburger, £17 for a fishburger managed to dissuade us from that idea and we instead treated ourselves to a pastry and a custard bun from the small Cooperative supermarket when picking up a few essentials. Stamsund, like many towns on the islands, is a fishing port and there were lines of fish drying on the sides of buildings. Later on our journey we saw large areas of wooden racks assembled for the same purpose.
Via a tunnel we arrived at the island of Flakstadøya and after a while made a brief stop at a busy beach restplace to change drivers and take Poppy out. There were several surfers in the water and some on the beach but the number of people and the weather put us off staying. After another little detour over a pair of adorable arched bridges and back, we parked up for the night at a roadside layby overlooking the sea and in sight of the next and our final Lofoten Island; Moskenesøya.Read more