Day:179, Words:179

Sometimes the quaint town of Øksfjord appears to be in the midst of a 1950s tv program. The summer holidays have only just begun, yet the kids have taken over the streets. Bicycles have right of way on the roads and the front lawns are their parking houses. The football ground is scattered with a few casual games, the nearby creek drowned out by the heated discussions regarding free kicks and the fairness of the teams.

Around the corner and another group of slightly older kids are riding one handed, while carrying fishing rods and buckets. The small kidlets are playing on the shore, hurling rocks into the ocean and collecting seaweed and dirty shells. Deep in the valley, another group of three bounce happily on the wind damaged trampoline. Staring at the scene is a two year old beagle perched on the balcony and crazy jealous of the activity he so desparately wants to be a part of.

In the background, the ice cream truck sings its familiar tune. The kids all stop their activities and give chase.