Bergen

The enduring visual of Bergen is the set of old, coloured wooden buildings in the area known as Bryggen – translates as “wharf”. The first buildings in Bergen were along the waterfront here in the 12th century. Of course timber buildings are always at risk and the great fire of 1702 destroyed the whole town. These buildings have been rebuilt and restored many times on the same footprint, and are now preserved under UNESCO World Heritage.

Bryggen was a key Centre for the German Hanseatic League for around 400 years (But I didn’t go to the museum.)

My hotel is less than a block from this labyrinth of narrow timber walkways and old buildings. Just a small area but fascinating. Mainly artisans, artists, jewellers – but also the regular tourist fare and clothing.

There is real ‘city’ stuff on the other side of this part of the harbour but I haven’t spent much time over there. And I’ve decided no museums.

This morning I was up early (as advised by B and B) to catch the funicular up the mountain immediately north of the city (7 low mountains ring Bergen). I was dismayed to find low cloud down to the houses halfway up the slope, but persevered. And at the top, glorious sunshine and just the tops of the surrounding mountains visible.

So I walked to the lake. (Artificial – an old mill pond).

But before I got there, I was surprised to find an O marker. (Apparently part of an online regaining-type course that extends across the city.)

By 10am the cloud had burnt off and I walked back down.