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“Through the window of my room, in the little white house at the foot the museum, I sit at my desk…”

” I stood outside the barn and with both hands, pressed against its enormous red doors; the flakes of paint coming off and sticking to my fingers as I entered. The bow staves we ordered the previous year had arrived the day before I left Lofoten, but I was assured that they were now safely tucked away somewhere in the barn; ‘somewhere…”

Building my own bow making station in the ‘Living Quarter’ of the Chieftain’s Longhouse at Borg… (Read more)