My summer paradise!

Mitt barndoms sommerparadis.

Hver sommer tok vi toget, først til Oslo, saa nattoget videre mot Bergen.

Vanligvis fikk vi sjokotog, det måtte vel til for å få to unger til å tie stille litt, for reisen tok jo sin tid.

I ettertid har jeg blitt fortalt at alt for vi ankom Oslo begynte vi å spørre om vi var fremme snart.

Skjønner jo at togturen kan bli litt lang nar du må svare på dette spørsmålet i 9 timer.

Nattoget var spennende, jeg ville alltid ha overkøya, men var alltid litt redd for å dette ut mens jeg sov.

En annen fast ting vi fikk var Jaffa cakes, denne kjeksen med sjokolade og appelsingele. Denne vil for alltid være synonymt med togtur nå.

Da vi endelig kom fram til Arna, stasjonen vår, ble vi hentet av slektninger. Det var alltid hyggelig å se de igjen da vi ikke hadde sett de siden sist sommer.

Vi tilbringte ofte noen dager i Arna men hovedmålet med ferieturen var såklart Hålandsdalen.

Min mors barndomssted og vårt sommerparadis.

Her var det alltid fint vær, såvidt jeg kan huske.

Vi kunne bade, spise is, plukke blåber, lese Donald ( som vi hadde lest året før, og året før der…) og iblant dro vi på senteret for å handle eller til holmene for å bade enda mer.

Dette er ute på landet og det er naturlig nok mye dyreliv,.

Et år hadde jeg funnet meg en padde som jeg insisterte på å ta med hjem til Østlandet og ha som husdyr, dessverre så rømte den.

Et annet år oppdaget vi en flaggermus, den hadde forvillet seg inn på badet, jeg kalte den Tim.

Jeg var veldig redd for hoggorm, for det hadde jeg blitt fortalt at jeg måtte passe meg for. og jeg har fortsatt traumer etter noe drama med en mink en sommer.

Enkelte ganger kunne man se hjort ute på jordene og et år var det kattunger, som vi lekte med.

Men ukene går fort og snart var det tid for a reise hjem igjen, da var det lenge til neste gang man fikk oppleve alt dette igjen. Et helt år er lenge det.

My summer paradise.

Every summer we took the train,, first to Oslo, then the sleeper train towards Bergen.

Usually we got choco train, a train shaped box filled with goodies, guess it had to be done to get two kids to be quiet for a while. The train ride did take some time.

I have been told, by my mum, that even before we got to Oslo we started to ask if it was long to go.

I do understand that the journey could get a bit long if you have to answer this question for 9 hours.

The sleeper train was exciting, I always chose the top bunk but always had a worry in the back of my mind that I could fall down while sleeping.

Another tradition was jaffa cakes, this soft cookie with chocolate and orange jelly. This will for ever remind me of this train rides.

When we finally got to Arna, our station, we were picked up by relatives. It was always nice to see them again as it had been almost a year since last time.

We sometimes spent a few days in Arna, but our main destination was of course Hålandsdalen.

My mothers childhood valley and our summer paradise.

The weather was always lovely here, as far as I can remember.

We got to swim in the lake, eat ice cream , pick blueberries, read Donald Duck ( that we also had read the year before, and the year before that) and sometimes we even went to the center to do some shopping or to the islands to swim even more.

This is on the country side so there is plenty of wild life.

One year I had found toad I insisted on bringing home to east Norway as a pet.

Another year we discovered a bat,it had somehow found its way into the bathroom. I named it Tim.

I was very scared of viper snakes as I had been told to be careful as they could be around. I still have some trauma because of a mink one summer.

We could see deer out on the fields and one year there was kittens we could play and cuddle with

But the weeks goes by fast and soon it was time to go back home.Then its long until I get to experience all this again. One whole year.

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