Why storm watching on Norway’s west coast should be on every adrenaline junkie’s bucket list
Well… no one said storm watching would be easy,” my partner said with a wild look in his eye, having just plunged up to his knee in an unexpectedly deep patch of snow. I turned and nodded, but my mind was elsewhere, too preoccupied with how exactly to make it up this hill without rolling back down again.
“Right or left?” I signalled back to him before forging ahead, too eager to wait for a response. Time to pick up the pace. The wind from the nearby shoreline was turning from breeze to gale, and the thick layer of cloud overhead was becoming a deeper, far moodier shade of grey.
Not the archetypal holiday, I’ll admit, but here on ’s west
