Day:205, Words:205

Øksfjord is a ghost town. It appears ironic that the best time of the year is when the locals choose to escape. On the other hand, the persistent drizzle and grey skies, make the grass appear extremely green everywhere else. The football field is empty apart from a toddler and a mum walking the family dog. Judging by the amount of droppings on our lawn, I would say that the reindeer population at the minute far outweighs people. This in itself has sparked new debate as the late, if at all, onset of summer has caused the reindeer owners to keep their animals closer to sea level a while longer.

The neighbours, being mostly pensioners are ever present, and when chatting about the weather over the past three weeks, their response is not ambiguous. It's been Crappy!

After success at last year's Øksfjord festival, the local cafe/ bar 'Dattera til Larson' has reopened. Despite the cooler than anticipated conditions, the summerly establishment has been well frequented.

Otherwise life goes on as tourists continue to be bussed in, fish themselves to exhaustion and return, hopefully to spread the good word.

At the general store, the new edition of 'Øksfjord News' is practically jumping off the shelves.