Sommarøy Part 3

When I got back Harsvold was by the window, typing. It was best not to disturb him. Between my bags at the hydrangeas someone had left a plumped sack of petals, meant as a pillow. It could only have been Espen I thought. I lay amidst the scents and watched the motionless sun. Was it …

Part 2 – Sommarøy

Sommarøy Pt.2 I flew from Glasgow to Oslo before transferring onto a cramped Cessna. After thirty minutes, I could see Sommarøy below in bleached sunlight. The pilot didn’t speak much English. He walked with me along the tarmac to a small outbuilding. Above the doorway a sign read- Sommarøy Flypassen.  He took off his hat …

Part 1 of Sommarøy

Sommarøy Part 1 It was on my Graduation day that I discovered Sommarøy.  Calderwood told me there was a Careers Fair after our Conferment. I said I would go with him. We met in the University Cloisters 10 minutes or so after the ceremony. We were the only graduates without family guests. ‘This is all …