The Lyngenford Area

After Tromso we headed to the Lyngen Peninsula which has some impressive mountains and glaciers.  We had splashed out here on a fjord side cabin, and although baking hot inside due to modern design and no actual windows that open, or way to ventilate it, we enjoyed a few days here literally 'gawping' at the scenery and wildlife.

Abi surveying the fjord

We also headed to the Northern tip of the Peninsula and when the road stopped there was a beautiful walk to the rugged coastal headland of Lynstuva.

The track to the end of the Earth..

This place felt wild and very alive, passing flocks of goosanders near the shore, Sea Eagles surveying the area from a height, Cormorants stretching their wings from coastal rock bastions and a determined Red Shank defending its territory from the English invaders.

The walk wasn't long but had the ambiance of the arctic due to the crisp polar air and ever changing light. On the beach just East was a reasonably large ship wreck that we explored. The trawler had been ripped in 2 and sat rusting in two big piles of twisted metal, quiet, forlorn and broken.

Not far from the wreck is the small lighthouse that clearly didn't help this vessel. The hut next to it once used to store all of the oil for the lighthouse (now electric) but is now a basic bothy that you can stay in.

In the visitors book someone had noted 'their heart belonged to Lynstuva', and I could certainly resonate with this sentiment. If the place could speak it would tell a 1000 tales, of that I am sure.

It was hard not to feel a mix of wonder, melancholy, or maybe pensiveness gazing at the faded wooden patina... tired beautiful rustic interior adorned by reindeer antler to remind you of what land you are in.

I felt very engaged and touched by this place, the beauty, the harshness of the environment, the tragedy of the wreck.. I found the whole walk very emotive.