The path led through dunes and when I climbed the last one before the beach, I was greeted with the for Norway so typical, yet always again stunning view over a bay with a mix of sandy beaches, rocky headlands and a couple of rock islands spread in the – at least now - blue sea. I followed the path along the coast and was so immersed into the beautiful landscape that I didn´t see the next thick clouds coming and was caught off-guard by the next rain squall.
With the first thick drops falling I hastily hurried up the hill to find shelter in between the rocks up there and found a crack in the cliff where I could weather out the pouring rain. It didn´t last long and soon after I could continue my hike in bright sunshine again. I made it to the tip of the peninsula – which inevitably was plastered with the remnants of German WWII bunkers and gun emplacements – and up the hill dry.
The view to the east showed a slightly different landscape. Headlands and cliffs were much higher here and so were the many islands guarding the entrance into the fjord leading to Farsund and much further inland.