“There is no precipitation forecast for the next two weeks”. That was the forecast.
I had left the tent up at the camp site and enjoyed the ride into Trondheim, arriving just as the first two tourist groups were, one American and the other Japanese. Apart from them Norway’s fourth largest city was all very still on a sunny Sunday morning.
I visited several of the very worthy attractions.
Nidaros Cathedral, the world’s most northernmost gothic cathedral and important pilgrimage site.
Then I cycled across the Gamie Bybro bridge that spans the river Nidelva to the historic Bakklandet.
Within this part of the city all the houses are of timber.
An old cycle shop.
Then a ride up the very steep Kristianstensbakken to the 1681 fortress. Sadly this was a place of execution of members of the Norwegian resistance during World War Two. No idea why the three French Poodles were there.
Then onto Stiftsgarden, via extensive building works in the middle of the town within 20m of the palace.
Stockhausen is the royal residence in the city. Built in 1774, it is Scandinavia’s largest wooden palace.
A quick 12km ride back to the campsite to collect the gear and onto the ferry.
And off north (as always) to Afjord. The first hill was long but not steep. The only excitement being a man standing up from behind the roadside barrier alongside me, giving me a ‘rit good fright’. He was picking wild strawberries. Then came ‘The Hill’, on and on between 8 and 10%! It finally flattened out as it started to spit with rain whilst it decided what to do. By my reckoning it made the wrong decision. Three hours later the numerous lakes were still being filled very rapidly with one extremely wet cyclist arriving in Afjord at 7pm, having cycled 92km with 1,260m of ascent.