There’s a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons –
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes –
Heavenly Hurt, it gives us –
We can find no scar,
But internal difference –
Where the Meanings, are –
None may teach it – Any –
‘Tis the seal Despair –
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air –
When it comes, the Landscape listens –
Shadows – hold their breath –
When it goes, ’tis like the Distance
On the look of Death –
Emily Dickinson
When Martha Joy left a comment comparing Tantallon‘s colour scheme to the wrapping of a Norweigan chocolate bar, I was intrigued. I just had to see it for myself. We agreed to a little exchange, and she kindly sent me a couple of kvikk lunsj in return for a taste of one of Scotland’s finest confections. We can now confirm that hat and choc do indeed share a happy resemblance.
As a a high-energy snack enjoyed by walkers, kvikk lunsj seems to be the Norweigan equivalent of our Kendal Mint Cake. Apparently, each bar used to have the Norweigan fjellvettreglene (mountain code) printed on its wrapper. I rather like this idea.
The tantallon-wearer made kvikk work of one after a snowy walk yesterday. . .
thankyou, Martha Joy!
