Anyways, at Lungsdalshytta they were running a course to teach women how to look after the cows and make dairy products. The apprentice milk maids had spent the day making cheese, sour cream, yoghurt and milk. Sounds like a dream to me! Can you imagine running arcoss grassy medows with piggy tails, lederhosen, and a bucket full of fresh milk. Cue... "The hills are alive with the sound of music". In actual fact it would be more like 6am starts in a cold, dark, muddy shed in the middle of nowhere, with a bunch of smelly cows as your only company. On second thoughts mayyybe not.
On the final day we climbed to the top of a mountain. At the top was a stone hut known as the "Lord Hut". An eccentric British lord with too much money built it in the 1800s. It has an amazing view, but it is so remote and hard to get to that he must have been a little off his nutter. He also wouldn't let the builders working on his hut use skiis, so those poor men had to walk in the deep snow all the way up this ridiculous mountian. I wonder what he got up to in his lonesome stone hut? These days, it serves as a nice place to stop and have lunch while out on a hike.
Apart from lord huts and milk maids, there was plenty of other highlights. We crossed many streams with my not so waterproof boots, drank hot chocolate in the rain, met some of the local sheep, accquired some swollen ankles, and learnt about Norwegain mountain fauna from my expert Aunt. It was a fantastic experience I would recommend to anyone. But when we reached the end, we had to shout HALLELUJAH! It was good to be home!