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” 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…”

‘Recreating Ancient Atmospheres in the Chieftain’s Longhouse at Borg Northern Norway…”