Showing posts with label Lofoten Islands. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lofoten Islands. Show all posts

Monday, July 20, 2026

ON THE VIKING TRAIL (PART 1 of 2) - SCANDINAVIAN SITES Guest Post by Caroline Hatton

Model of Birka, Sweden, town and ramparts.

My friend Caroline Hatton, a children’s writer and frequent contributor to this blog, took the photos in this post in June and July 2025.

Lofotr (L), Norway (N). Birka (B), Stockholm (St), Sweden (S), Denmark (D).


My husband and I visited Scandinavia in 2025. Targeting natural wonders and the Viking Age of over a thousand years ago led us to Denmark, Norway, and Sweden. We spent a month seeing and doing what we wanted most, to make the most out of our roundtrip flights overseas, because I try to minimize non-essential flying and its eco-damage.

I wrote earlier posts about the natural wonders we saw. About the Vikings, this post, Part 1, is about visiting two former Viking sites, Lofotr in Norway and Birka in Sweden. Part 2 will appear next week.

In Scandinavia, like in any land where earlier cultures once thrived, layers of dirt are layers of history. Modern farmers working in their fields have literally struck gold—in buried Viking treasures. In museums that display such artifacts, every single staff guide we met was a young, passionate archeologist.

LOFOTR, NORWAY

As described in an earlier blog post about Norway’s far north Lofoten Islands, the Lofotr Viking Museum is the archeological site where the longest Viking longhouse ever found once stood. A replica of it, a museum, and the historic harbor site form the Lofotr Viking Museum.  

Our costumed guide for a tour of the longhouse said that such a big farmstead would have been the seat of power of a mighty chieftain. His name might have been Ulv, also referred to as Olaf in different texts. Ulv and Olaf do sound similar to me, especially if I imagine speaking with my mouth full of hearty Viking porridge.

More importantly, I learned that he might have been the same man as in the Icelandic saga that begins with, “There was a man named Ulv…” No way! I had just read this saga, Egil’s Saga, in which Ulv was Egil’s grandfather. Was I standing where he once did, where the story started? Something shifted in the reality around me. Ulv, and therefore his son, and grandson Egil, were part Sami, the local native people. Ulv’s son left Norway for Iceland, where Egil was born.

Longhouse, diagram and model.

The above diagram of the enormous 83-meter (~270-feet) longhouse stone foundation and post holes shows five main rooms: from left to right, the living area, entrance room with the front door at the bottom and the back door at the top, banquet hall, storage room, and livestock barn. In the above model, the doors and cows give an idea of the scale.

The barn space in the longhouse replica.

In the above photo of the barn portion of the replica, the emergency exit door, added to meet modern safety requirements, helps to picture how imposingly tall the longhouse was. In the banquet room, costumed staff cooked stew on the central hearth fire and served it with mead to wash it down. In the living area, craftspersons made period shoes and wove cloth.

The inside of a longhouse might have smelled like food, such as simmering herbs and meat, and hearth fire smoke mixed with the body odor of numerous people and the scents emanating from horses, cows, and sheep.

Chieftain and wife.

In the museum building, mannequins were dressed like the chieftain and his wife might have been. Also on display were artifacts found in the excavation of the former longhouse foundation, its refuse heap outside the back wall, and nearby graves and other sites: for example, tools and weapons, glass and pottery shards, and jewelry, locally made or imported. Powerful, wealthy Vikings were buried with their possessions.

When done indoors, we started walking downhill toward the harbor to see Viking ship replicas and get a feel for the former farm. But we gave up because even though the hours-long lashing rain has stopped, the wind was so cold it felt like it was slicing my eyeballs, and so strong it nearly knocked me off my feet. Would a Viking woman have toughed it out?

BIRKA, SWEDEN

From a boat dock in Stockholm, a 2-hour boat ride into vast Lake Mälaren took us to Birka, the site of Sweden’s “first city” or town. Founded on a small island during the 750s, within 100 years it had become the most important Swedish Viking trading post for northern Europe and a base for raids to the east.

During our boat ride, a costumed archeologist told Viking history tales as we sailed past their setting.

With only three and a half hours on the island before boarding the boat back, we decided to catch the earliest guided, outdoor walking tour.

Reconstructed villagers' boat.

This gave us time before the tour to stroll through the reconstructed Viking village that existed at the same time as the town of Birka, chat with resident goats and chickens, and watch docents lead kids craft activities.  

On the hour-long guided tour in steady, light rain, we walked through some of the 1,600+ Viking Age burial mounds, past an ancient fortress and adjacent garrison site, and in sight of Black Earth, the black soil from the former town fireplaces.

Over 1,000 people lived in Birka, many of them craftspersons and traders, either freemen or slaves. The craftsmen—bronze casters, weavers, comb and shoe makers…—lived with their family in houses near the docks. Many were immigrants from other parts of Europe, based on the materials and designs they used. The traders got rich, importing Arabic silver, beads from India, Yemen, Byzantium, and the Caucasus, ceramics, silk, spices, glass… in exchange for iron, horns, fur, skins, cloth, birds of prey, and slaves.

Comb.

The above comb is intact, which is rare. It was made from different antlers.

Smoothing stone and board.

To “iron” their clothes, the Vikings rubbed the above green glass “smoothing stone” over fabric laid on the whalebone “smoothing board.” The resulting heat would make the fabric shiny and smooth. The above stone, board, and comb, found at Birka, are now displayed in the Viking World exhibition in Stockholm.

 In the Birka museum rooms, we saw portraits in images and words of two men and two women who were buried at Birka in the 8th, 9th and 10th century, some artifacts found during grave or Black Earth excavations, and some replicas.

Birka was part of a northern European trade network. Traveling was easier on water than land, so people, goods, and ideas came together in harbors. Many different languages would have been spoken on the docks. Different cultures and religions were represented in Birka, a cosmopolitan Viking town.

Note: Part 2  of On the Viking Trail will post next week.

 


 

Monday, February 9, 2026

NORWAY’S LOFOTEN ISLANDS Guest Post by Caroline Hatton

Svolvær, Lofoten Islands, Norway.

My friend Caroline Hatton, a children’s writer and frequent contributor to this blog, took the photos in this post in June 2025.

Why Norway? For scenery and Viking history! Under “scenery,” my husband and I targeted three natural wonders: the Lofoten Islands, UNESCO World Heritage Fjords, and the Jotunheimen (“home of the giants”) National Park area, home of the highest peaks not only in Norway, but in all of northern Europe. This blog post is about the first of those three.

Lofoten Islands (L), Norway (N), Oslo (O).*


North of the Arctic Circle, where the midnight sun never sets in the summer, a mountain chain rising out of the sea forms the unmistakable, otherworldly landscape of the Lofoten Islands. According to websites, June is when to see the islands at their best, as shown by photos of blue skies above nearly vertical, rock-gray and moss-green slopes plummeting into turquoise bays or onto beaches of pale gold sand.

But even then, it can rain, so some hard-to-follow, steep, rocky hiking trails—my favorite terrains to hate—may be drowned in mud. If you make it to the top for the magnificent view, the temperamental weather threatens you with high winds, sudden downpours, and deadly temperature drops. It sounded irresistible!

For the Lofoten module of our month-long Scandinavia trip, we booked round-trip plane tickets from Oslo to Narvik, north of the islands, and allotted five days: one to get there and drive five hours south to the end of European Route E10; three days to hike and travel back north; and one last day to complete the return drive. Three days might give us a chance to enjoy one good hike, right?

That was Plan A.

Above Yttersand Beach (at right, outside of the photo)

Plan B, since we awoke each of those three mornings to solid fog down to the ground or pounding rain, consisted of driving slowly along our itinerary as if thru a car wash, a few short walks, and lots of photos of Mother Nature pouting.

Svolvær, Lofoten Islands, Norway.

Bridge between Kvalvika and Sakrisoya.

Each day did have lulls in the bad weather and the fog lifted by about 9 p.m., making my heart leap with joy (photo at the top of this post). We didn’t start hiking then, even though the sun never set, because a short night’s sleep makes driving unsafe in the morning.

Kittiwakes.

On the first non-hiking day, in the town of Å (rhymes with saw), we were delighted by nesting seabirds, black-legged kittiwakes (Rissa tridactyla) who had turned entire rooftops into high-density bird condos.

A reading light!

The species is listed in Norway as severely threatened. This is due to a decline in food supply caused by climate change and overfishing, and predation.

On the second full day, we joined throngs who sheltered from rain inside the museum near Borg, at the archeological site where the longest Viking longhouse ever found once stood. A replica of it, a museum, and the historic harbor site form the Lofotr Viking Museum. What made my visit most special was learning that the Icelandic saga I had just read, Egil’s Saga, might have begun where I stood, when it was perhaps Egil’s grandfather who lived in this longhouse. When done indoors, we started walking downhill toward the harbor, but gave up because the wind nearly knocked me off my feet and it was so cold it felt like it was slicing my eyeballs.

Urchin mood light.**

The day after that, while strolling through Henningsvær, we ventured into a dark space like a fairy-tale grotto, a shop illuminated by enchanting urchin mood lights. They were created by local artist Alexandra. She and her partner Matias free-dive to collect urchins (undesirable because they eat and destroy the oxygen-producing kelp forest) and turn them into gorgeous decorative Lofotlys lit by simple LED tea lights.

Empty fish-drying racks

That night, we stayed in Svolvær. Our last Lofoten dinner, like previous ones, included incredibly good, fjord-to-fork fish. After all, fishing is what Lofoten is all about, from Stone Age humans, to native Sami and Vikings over a thousand years ago, to today’s stewards of the sea. The top fishing season is winter. January to April are the best months to air dry unsalted fish hanging from racks built on seashore rocks.

Rorbuer vacation rentals.

For places to stay on the Lofoten Islands, the web presents rorbuer as a must. Rorbuer (the plural of rorbu) were originally fishermen’s shelters long ago, one-room wooden cabins on a wooden deck on seashore rocks, with boats tied below. Today, rorbuer essentially means vacation rental lodgings.

Upscale rorbu.

One rorbu we tried was an original cabin, restored but still cramped, with classy bedding, a mini kitchen corner and a shower so big it also contained a toilet and a sink. Another rorbu was a contemporary, modest condo. Our last rorbu was an upscale, spacious, two-story, three-bedroom, two-bath, sauna, floor-to-vaulted-ceiling windows, whole-entire-house over water.

There, I started reading the 1888 book, Midnight Sunbeams or Bits of Travel Through the Land of the Norseman by Edwin Coolidge Kimball. He wrote about the Lofoden [sic] "Islands giant peaks of savage and stupendous grandeur, and that Many consider this the grandest scenery of the whole Norwegian coast, and affirm that nothing in Europe surpasses it." Despite seeing more fog than landscapes, I will remember the Lofoten Islands for satisfying experiences, including glimpses of splendor.

Footnotes:

* Credit for the globe image: Rob984 - Derived from Germany on the globe (Germany centered).svg, CC BY-SA 4.0 via Wikimedia Commons.

**Urchin light photo: courtesy of Alexandra Anker of https://lofotlys.com/.