With the wipers swishing back and forth across the windshield, we drove across the yard, through the gate, and down to the road in front of the school, where we turned right and set out on the narrow two-kilometer carriageway to Vågen, which had seemed an interminable distance to me as a child. Almost every meter along the road constituted a special place, the most exciting by far however was the bit leading to the bridge over the river, where I used to hang over the railings for hours just looking.
