I put one foot in front of the other on the soaked ground and try not to slip on the muddy hiking trail. My hands are in windproof mittens, my pants are full of mud around my ankles and the rain drips from my hood in steady drops past the tip of my nose. Soon the descent from Hoven is done and one could seriously ask why we are on the road at all in this s** weather? So let’s rewind to where it all began and when it was still dry.
Spring at Hoven in Lofoten
