Hugh had a chance to try his hand at blowing glass, with the help of an apprentice from the works. It took a lot of time, and the finished product didn't look like this at all. Hugh twirled the rod and flared the glass himself, resulting in a bowl with a scalloped shape -really beautiful, and, it survived the shipment home!
places to work. The cooling ovens were just the right temperature for baking herring and potatoes; beer and curdcake finished the meal. An accordianist had everyone at our dinner in stitches with his songs, and everyone sang along (including us, humming the tune). There's a hyttsill every night of the week somewhere in Glasriket.