One of Bergen and the surrounding area's most beautiful skeins, nicely placed on a skerries, with birds on

In the middle of the mirror-like fjord, the old skein rests on its small skerries, a lonely witness to the passage of time. The roof, covered in moss and worn by centuries of weather and wind, now bears the silent presence of birds, as if guarding this little house in the water.
 The last flames of autumn spread across the hillsides behind, a symphony of golden, rusty brown and fiery orange tones that are perfectly reflected in the still fjord. The reflection is almost as real as reality itself, a natural work of art where sky, water and land merge together.
 A mist gently rests over the forest in the background, as if nature itself were erasing an ancient history. No movement disturbs the silence – only the gentle lapping of the water against the cliff and the calm watch of the birds above the roof.
 This is the Westland idyll at its most poetic. A moment of harmony, where the tranquility of nature and the traces left by man exist in perfect balance, captured in the last light of autumn.