To the North Cape it is always to climb with small stops but each one with its charm. The landscapes are authentic breathtaking postcards. The road, although good, is a tarnacle snake full of ascents and descents. The heat and summer sun are gone from Bergen and the further north you go, the lower the thermometer goes. But it doesn’t take me off the streets to draw, the cold forces me to be quick with my pen to the edge of my hand to freeze and my eyes to fill with tears. I have to paint with less color, because the time it takes to dry out is so long that there is no room for great details. The small rain keeps me company in most sketches, I need waterproof leaves and pens!