Mulkholmen (M)adventure

Munkholmen is a small island a short boat ride from Trondheim harbour- it is a former prison, fort and monastery. When I told my colleagues over lunch that I was going at the weekend- they competed to be the person who had lived here longest and not been. It didn't exactly set it up to be a brilliant day out...

The view of Trondheim from the boat

However, it was quite a surprise. We did a little tour of the tower there, which was way bigger than I expected. It was a jigsaw of rooms built to accommodate the islands various uses. The cellar was initially used as a gunpowder storage room- but it was too wet for this, so it became a mass cell. Only prisoners that it was never intended would leave the island alive were ever sent down there. An English doctor was one of them- he got sick of listening to his maid whinge so he cut off her head.

All the seats and gears etc. are still inside...I imagine the crucial parts are safely removed.

It was lovely and sunny, but pretty windy- the garden of the cafe/restaurant was walled though so it was a great sun trap for ice-creams and wine.

A mish mash group of visitors, summer students, employees and Alice and I.

We headed back to the mainland as no one fancied the "Pølser"  It's on the list of "must trys", but I think I'll spread them out. Reallllly far apart. We picniced by the river.

The boys are their bankrupting Burger King.

Later we had the same gang around for drinks and the football- it was 5 Frenchies/French speakers to three non-french so there was a good atmosphere.

As an aside, Alice who has diligently been looking for a second hand bike on the online second hand market everyday found one and bought it- and it turns out they had another perfect for me. Jammy or what, no searching required. It is a pile of junk but it will do for the few weeks pre first salary. I am borrowing our mystery occupants helmet- (his/her stuff is everywhere in the flat, but we have decided we haven't broken into someones apartment, however it was an edgy few minutes coming to that decision when we first moved in!). My pile of rust is bright red, and will not be stolen. Bonus!

xox