The Beast is in my power now, and I have named him Smaug. He is big, red, potentially lethal, incomprehensibly strong, stubborn, needs flattery and persuasion. He's tough as nails and old as the hills, with a rumbling baritone voice that makes my knees go weak. The Beast took all my money, and he has an unintentional hole in his armour (but I will not say where), and not to forget, he is a quintessential Brit. Oh and dad and I went to a café called “the Two Towers” the day I bought the vehicle. We also flew over and drove past “Fundin” and “Kili”, (actual places in Norway) on our way. I am just about tempted to mount a flame-thrower on him, just so that the list can be completed.
Tending the fire within.
This Land Rover Discovery spent its early years around Lake Mjøsa, Eastern Norway.
To buy Smaug we went on a pilgrimage from our local St. Olaf's church at Avaldsnes to the Nidaros Cathedral, the original St. Olaf's church, in Trondheim. That is where our kings were crowned.
That is where we bought Smaug.
See our return journey page; Smaug's Coronation Tour.
Open for Dinner.