Here we have the beautiful, legendary Vestland

Here we have the beautiful, fabled Vestland, swinging between steep mountains as far as the eye can see on a lovely January day.
 Heavy clouds hang low over the mighty mountainsides, which bear their winter veil of snow and frost. The Sognefjord stretches out like a deep, blue velvet, where it winds between the mountains, shaped by the icy hand of time. The water is still, a mirror for the mighty mountain walls that rise with a timeless calm, as if guarding the landscape against eternity.
 Along the fjord lie small houses with grass-covered roofs, silent witnesses to generations that have lived in harmony with the mighty forces of nature. The road winds like a ribbon through the landscape, a connection between past and present, between man and fjord.
 Light and shadow play across the landscape, and a hint of winter's cold rests on the earth, but on the horizon the fjord's endless promise is glimpsed – it continues, beyond the visible, into a world of deep valleys, hidden coves and untold stories.