Driving 2 1/2 hours southwest of Oslo to Bamble, an incredibly picturesque corner of this wonderful country; and the location of Villa Busk.
Arriving mid-morning to meet our hosts Terje and Astrid Welle-Busk who kindly agreed to our invasion. They commissioned Fehn in this great adventure to make place and regaled us with tales of that process. Then, giving free reign to explore, I examined every knook and cranny, inside and outside.
Villa Busk is a Masterpiece. An exemplar in what can be achieved when the spirits of Client and Architect conjoin. An essay of potential. It is a ship that ploughs through the landscape, yet paradoxically is 'held' by the landscape - frozen music.
After a sumptuous lunch we were invited to stay overnight, then off to the 'seahouse' on the quay and then later, aboard 'Roxy Music', their beautiful (other) boat to explore the inlets and islands and see Busk from the sea.
Back to Busk for dinner and then bed. A night filled with dreams and memories.....
In the morning after breakfast, a deer visited, perhaps to supervise the red squirrels the enter the house each day to feast upon nuts left for them.
With a heavy heart we then left, two dear new friends made, promises of rematches made.
I drove back to Oslo humbled by the giving spirit of the once strangers that guard the gates of Villa Busk...........
And the seawater with garlic? That is between the four of us!!!!!!!!
Arriving mid-morning to meet our hosts Terje and Astrid Welle-Busk who kindly agreed to our invasion. They commissioned Fehn in this great adventure to make place and regaled us with tales of that process. Then, giving free reign to explore, I examined every knook and cranny, inside and outside.
Villa Busk is a Masterpiece. An exemplar in what can be achieved when the spirits of Client and Architect conjoin. An essay of potential. It is a ship that ploughs through the landscape, yet paradoxically is 'held' by the landscape - frozen music.
After a sumptuous lunch we were invited to stay overnight, then off to the 'seahouse' on the quay and then later, aboard 'Roxy Music', their beautiful (other) boat to explore the inlets and islands and see Busk from the sea.
Back to Busk for dinner and then bed. A night filled with dreams and memories.....
In the morning after breakfast, a deer visited, perhaps to supervise the red squirrels the enter the house each day to feast upon nuts left for them.
With a heavy heart we then left, two dear new friends made, promises of rematches made.
I drove back to Oslo humbled by the giving spirit of the once strangers that guard the gates of Villa Busk...........
And the seawater with garlic? That is between the four of us!!!!!!!!
Roger I really enjoyed this poetic account of your pilgrimage to the very special Villa Busk. Thank you for sharing! :-) Jon
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