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Storms in the North Sea;

Many sick, but we are fine.

Sun in Stavanger.

Where is God in Norway?

Hiding in the rain?

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Bergen

The mist closed in from breakfast,

Blocking out the mountains

And the view along the fjord.

Rain is lashing sheets cut in all day

Blurring vision,

Washing out the warmth of ancient buildings

Squat along the quay.

From its open top,

The tourist bus regurgitates the sites by GPS.

Water gardens, weather boards

Flow down damp cobbled streets.

The churches are all closed.

Each tourist shop is stuffed

With the same tat we've just refused,

Or marvelled at the price

they seem to think we'll pay for hand-knitted.

If it really does have so much rain

Perhaps next year we'd better go to Spain,

Brian Hick autumn 2013

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