Because the weather had been so bad, there weren't many cloudberries to be had, but we did pick a few.  We  went on a couple of longish tours, the first one halfway to the Svartnut cabin for tourists.  We walked for about 11/2 hours on the Svartnut trail and rested by a river which you will hopefully be able to see if the photos download is working properly. Then we took off to the left and skirted a fjell until we came to a lake which was known as Kverevatn (probably spelt wrong ).

 Picking our way over a pile of boulders, we came to a "helleren" which is a shelter formed by an overhanging rock, called Hohelleren.  It had probably been shelter to hunters for hundreds, if not thousands of years and the area was round the corner from the Roskripfjord which is dammed up.

Hallvard had last been there nearly  forty years before with his best friend Øystein so it was a bit special for him to be there.  We went round the other side of the fjell and then cut across to rejoin the trail at a sandbank and then went back home.

The next day we went up the Stongeveien, which is  an old trail marked by wooden poles said to date back to the 18th. century. In any case the trail itself is part of the old skinnveien, the mediaeval trail taken by the people of Setesdal to pay their taxes in animal-hides to the Church at Stavanger.  Hallvard suspects the cabin to be haunted by the ghost of one of these poor people, who probably died in a blizzard on the spot the cabin was built.

We were  looking for the Kirkehei stollen which was said to be situated by the Øyufsbu trail, which joined our trail further up towards the Suleskarveien.

The stollen was the summer-grazing where the farmers traditionally stayed over  with their animals in huts for the summer. I think this practice died out in the fifties.  A baby had been born at this place a long time ago. We saw no trace of any old buildings, however, but we did find two attractive-looking lakes and a big flat area, which would have been good grazing. The trail carried on up past the mountain, which looked like a cathedral from one angle, hence its name. The trail carried on up and then down past the other side of the black onion, where we could see the whole Everdalen stretching out before us. At the end of the Svartløk valley we could see the cabin.

It was a very enjoyable tour.

The next day we went back home.

After that we travelled to Sandvatn to do some painting, which was just as well because it was pouring with rain.