Minirolls Musings

Mini Troltunga

One of the most iconic photos taken in Norway is the Trolltunga. A spear of rock way up on the cliff side reaching out over the edge. You can walk out upon it, if you dare, for a gravity defying photo. However, its popularity is such that there are long queues of over an hour, despite an 8 hour round trip hike! I’m quite social, but when in nature I enjoy the solitude so a gaggle of cruiseship gawpers is not ideal. Aimi just hates everyone. We therefore opted for a mini version called Himakånå.

Haugesund

The centre of this town is quite literally the port wharf. Where there used to be bustling fishing and cargo boats, now bob small ferries and yachts. The cobbles from yesteryear either replaced, or pressure-washed of all history, face the water. And the tall and impressive warehouse buildings now gentrified, painted neatly with glass fronted bars and restaurants.

Setting Off Twice

It was a good job Aimi forced Kai to pick us up early. 2 miles towards the airport she realised she had forgotten her phone and we had to loop back to get it.

BIRD 2025 – Finals Day

All the planning, work, negotiation, building and volunteer effort all comes together today to find out who are our three class finalists and winners of this year’s Birmingham International Race Days Tiny Whoop event.

BIRD 2025 – Qualifying Day

I got back to the whoop haus after setting up, later than planned. I think I got 5 hours in bed, but nerves and the intermittency of the van heater meant I got much less. The alarm went off 10 mins after I was awake, my internal clock anxious to get going.

TWUK League Race at BTW & KK

Van loaded and Cerb caffeinated, we arrive a little later than planned but we are set up in plenty of time. The Hann and JDog arrive just as I’m putting the finishing touches to the track.

Look a Little Loch

Last full day in Scotland of our little holibobs and we are taking an easy stroll around a little loch. It’s still 6km, but relatively flat.

Daito on Dun Da Lam

This morning Daito discovered pheasants outside the kitchen window, just in front of a field full of ponies. It’s like a TV cooking show for dogs.

Old Man of Storr

It seems to be that out on Skye, the weather is best in the mornings. And as much as we wanted to stay in this beautiful cabin to watch the sun rise over the mountains (we have already wondered about coming back here in summer on the motorbikes) it was time to go. So last night, after failing to get some car light trail photos, we packed up the majority of our stuff so we could be up and out early.

Weather Windows

Today the wind sang thru the trees surrounding the cabin, whistling around the sharp modern corners and bumping into the panes of glass. The trees shook their limbs angrily at the clouds spraying them relentlessly with tiny shards of ice and freezing water.

Watching the frantic weather from within the cabin, we sat and stared out the huge windows. Only visible from the distorting dribbles of rain coursing down the surface, the glass separated us from the cold and wet. Yet, allowed us to be surrounded. I think the enjoyment of watching such a show comes from a mix of awe and smug defiance.