It is quiet up here, two and a half hours north of Oslo, in between snow-covered trees that are metres high. 'Quiet' is actually a bit imprecise: It is silent. Calming, majestical, wonderful. A dream, '...almost the best thing our cabin offers.', Cecilie says.
There is a divine silence within all that white around us. A slight breeze is brushing over iced fir needles and frosted branches.
