Travel: Cracking the Norse code in Norway
By Sarah Marshall
Inspired by British Museum’s new Vikings: Life and Legend exhibition, Sarah Marshall visits Norway’s rugged and mountainous Lofoten Islands, where Norse legends and fishermen’s tales abound.
Glinting brightly in the sharp morning light, thousands of glassy eyes are looking down at me. Yet not one of the vacant stares reveals the slightest hint of life.
It’s an unnerving feeling to be standing beneath a canopy festooned with dead bodies, but at this time of year in Norway’s remote Lofoten Islands, it’s almost unavoidable.
It’s late February, and one of the world’s most important cod fisheries is in full swing. During winter months, thousands of Arctic cod migrate south from the Barents Sea to spawn and, like generations before them, fishermen from all over Norway come here to join the marine gold rush.
What I’m standing under is a hjell, a large wooden triangular rack where fish are dried by sun and wind for 12 weeks.
No part of the fish goes to waste: severed heads strung up like bunches of onions will be ground up and sent to Nigeria, while bodies, resembling wet socks draped on a clothes airer, will be packaged off to Europe as stockfish and bacalau.
It’s an eery sight, but even more powerful is the smell. A sweet, fishy odour hangs above the islands, so stifling it becomes perversely appealing after a while.
There’s no doubt these dead fish are - and always have been - a lifeline for residents on the Lofoten islands. Some of the earliest fishermen were the Vikings, and cod formed an important part of their diet. Legends abound about Norwegian Viking boats being seized in Europe and supplies of stockfish eagerly confiscated.
It’s tales of these Norse warriors that have brought me to the wild archipelago in the Arctic Circle, which, although today unfamiliar to many, was once one of the most important Viking sites.
In 1983, archaeologists on the island of Vestvagoya uncovered ruins of what is believed to be the largest Viking longhouse ever found. A reconstruction of the 83m building, established around 500AD, now exists as the Lofotr Visitor Centre in small village Borg, where costumed actors serve mead in a grand banqueting hall.
A replica also forms the centrepiece of the British Museum’s new blockbuster exhibition, Vikings: Life and Legend, which runs in London until June 22.
But the functional grey walls of the new Sainsbury’s Exhibition Galleries are no substitute for experiencing the windswept, unforgiving landscapes of the Vikings’ true stomping grounds.
Made up of seven major islands and thousands of smaller islets, the Lofoten Islands lie just off the coast of northern Norway at a latitude of 68N and are reached by three plane journeys from the UK.
While the majority of tourists visit Lofoten in summer, when the midnight sun makes it a hiker’s paradise, the landscapes are equally - if not more - captivating during colder months.
Mountains rise, sabre-like, from the rough Norwegian Sea, higher peaks swathed in heavy mist. Some rocks are smooth and rounded, while others form sharp peaks, like waves in a fierce storm frozen at their crest.
Human settlement here dates back 11,000 years, but as I step off the small propeller plane, it feels as if I’m one of the first people to arrive.
My base for the next few days is Svolvaer, the archipelago’s capital, where I book into one of the waterfront red timber cabins at Svinoya Rorbuer.
Draped with frayed fishing nets and weathered buoys, the cosy self-catering properties have been designed in the style of fishermen’s houses. Modern replicas of oil lamps hang in the windows; a tradition practised by anxious wives waiting for the husbands to return home from often perilous days at sea. And I even find my own hjell on the doorstep, although to my relief it’s not yet been hung with fish.
There is, however, a plate of cod fish waiting for me in the Borsen Spiseri restaurant. A meaty white loin is served with a milk jug of cod liver oil and a dense, salty sack of roe, dissected into slices. I’m told refills are available, and it becomes clear there’s no shortage of cod fish at this time of year. One of the waiters tells me that he recently caught enough fish in two hours to last his family for 12 months.
Fishing methods are far more sophisticated today, but to get an idea of what life at sea must have been like in the past, I visit Storvagan, one of the first fishing villages in Lofoten and an important European trading post in the 1300s.
A short film playing at the Lofotmuseet features many of the lighthouse keepers who, up until 20 years ago, lived with their families (and later alone) at the edge of the world.
“The periods of foul weather were the best,” recalls one nostalgic keeper. “We knew no-one would be coming for a while so we’d be left in peace to do what we wanted.”
Wistful recollections aside, life at sea was - and continues to be - hard.
One person who really understood the harsh beauty of Lofoten and portrayed it through his illustrations and lithographs was Norwegian artist Kaare Espolin Johnson, whose works are on display at the Galleri Espolin.
One particularly striking image depicts a fisherman who would sail for three hours just to feed his sheep; the rugged lines on his drawn face proof that life had physically worn him down.
“This isn’t an easy place,” says Jann Engstad from Lofoten Aktiv, whose family has lived on the islands since 1608. “But what we have here is very special.”
Jann takes me on a Northern Lights hunt later that night, driving through snow-filled and icy valleys looking for a clear gap in the clouds. The full moon is so bright we don’t even need torches to find our way as we scramble along the rocky coastline.
“This is one of the best places to see Northern Lights,” Jann tells me.
“We get the same displays as Tromso but we don’t have the packed busloads of people. What we have here is solitude and that’s wonderful.”
In the last 90 days, Jan boasts that he’s only had to cancel 10 trips and failed to see the lights on just three occasions. Tonight adds another strike to that list as unfortunately, Lady Aurora is not shining on us.
The Vikings believed the lights were the reflection of a grand battle taking place in the sky, the flashing armour of Valkyries flying down to fetch dead souls. I don’t encounter any battle mistresses on my travels, but I do witness winged warriors of a different sort swooping down to make a catch.
Northern Norway is home to the world’s densest population of sea eagles, and a sea safari with Lofoten Charter Boat takes me to the Trollfjord and along an area of coastline where the birds regularly come to fish.
Within minutes they begin to circle, their 2.7m wingspan casting shadows on the mountains.
In the sunlight, patches of water shimmer a Caribbean turquoise green, but I’ve come to realise these are castaway islands of a very different sort.
Rugged, wild, fearsome and marvellous; the Vikings couldn’t have chosen a more apt place to call home.
:: Sarah Marshall was a guest of Visit Norway. Rooms at Svinoya Rorbuer (www.svinoya.no) start from £150 per night, per cabin (sleeps four).
:: SAS (www.flysas.co.uk) flies from London/Manchester/Edinburgh via Oslo for Svolvaer, the Lofoten Islands. Return flights from the UK to Norway start at £140.
:: Northern Lights trip with Lofoten Aktiv (www.lofoten-aktiv.no) costs £55 per person. Nature safari with Lofoten Charter Boat (www.lofotencharterbat.no) costs £150 per person.
:: For more information, visit www.visitnorway.co.uk and www.northernnorway.com