With a gorgeous day forecast we decided to set out på tur, and do some oil platform and ship spotting.
Techno devices in hand, we headed up to Salhus – the mountainous region behind IKEA, and home to the knitting factory.
As we set out, our Russian friend excitedly began pointing out the different types of berries which we should sample. We were skeptical. We’ve both grown up with the mindset drilled into us that we must never eat wild berries. It wasn’t a question of which berries were poisonous, but rather which ones were not.
Here it seems to be a different story.
Berry and mushroom picking is a big pastime both in Norway, Russia, and presumably a number of other neighboring countries.
Berry number #1, was a straightforward raspberry. Even I was brave enough to taste it.
They were plentiful, worm-free, and delicious.
Berry number #2, we were informed, was a blueberry. I was not convinced. Brian dissected one, and also remained skeptical. But our Russian friend proceeded to consume as many as he could find.
Berry number #3 was a small, waxy, bright red thing. It was the sort of berry we had been taught to avoid at all cost. There was some speculation as to what it might be, but surely it was still sweet and delicious.
We attempted to photograph and use the Google berry identification app, but without much success.
I am still unsure, but believe it may be a current. I have occasionally seen some something similar in the supermarkets.
Berry #4 surely was not edible at all. They were round, hard, green and black things on a coniferous shrub.
Brian went to examine more closely.
He crushed and sniffed.
It smelt exactly like a gin and tonic.
We had just discovered juniper berries. And they were gracing the most of the mountainside.
I again politely declined sampling.
We continued on.
Further along we found some exotic (and most surely edible) mushrooms, which we also avoided.
After reaching the summit, I munched on my ENZA apple, before spending some time peering into the oil platform repair base, and ship spotting out on the North Sea.
Spying complete, we took a different route back to base, and headed home.
Our neighbor invited us out to go berry picking later that evening.
I declined. I think I’ll stick to the supermarket berries from Chile.
Maybe next year.