Where the fresh wind blows white horses towards sharp black mountains that fall steeply to the sea, where giant cod swim deep below the sharp eyes of circling sea eagles, the moss-carpeted Lofoten islands sit in the far northerly west of Norway below Tromsø, ninety-five miles north of the Arctic Circle.
If you have ever visited Holmen Lofoten before, you might have noticed a tall man, with wild curls, usually holding a cup of coffee in his hands. His name is Håvar, meaning guardian in old Norse.
Blacksmith Alex Pole’s account of his first visit to Holmen. “I don’t think you ever forget your first sight of Holmen…”
Sny is the Lofoten word for snow. In Norway, we actually have almost 100 different expressions for this word.
Making your way to the edge of the world is a journey for the intrepid: it’s never going to be a hop, skip and a jump.
March’s latter half brings the promise of longer days, and as the locals say, ‘the smell of money is in the air’… the money being the abundance of cod for catching. The very essence of Lofoten living is in its prime during cod-fishing season.
This 2019 review by Chris Madigan, who writes for the Telegraph, captures what he describes as the ‘amplified cosiness’ of a weekend at Holmen Lofoten. It’s a level of ‘cosy’ that you can only hope to achieve when nature is at its most unruly…
At the tail end of 2019, while crisp autumn was turning to biting winter, we hosted writer Olivia Squire and photographer Johan Lolos of Suitcase Magazine at Holmen. Suitcase is a bible for special experiences, and leafed through by those who are passionate about travel, sustainability, and exploring the world… and certainly a source we look to on the rare occasion we feel the desire to leave our isle at the tip of the Arctic Circle for other scenery… though we’re always drawn back here before long.