The weather is truly minging this morning (not, as Nick so nicely put it, mingeing
- I thought it best to correct him in case he says it again in polite company). Proper Scottish mingin: sleet and high winds. So we are sitting in our room in the Mefjord Brygge drinking tea.
While Nick was looking despondently out of the window earlier he saw a large otter loping along the main street of the village. It must have been the same animal that left the tracks I saw yesterday.
Here are some old Norse words we've come across:
Vær - fishing village
Botn - bottom, lowest end, innermost part of a landform such as a valley or fjord
Brygge - wharf, quay
Fisk - fish