THE MILL Grendehuset, Sjølingstad Woollen Mill, 17 November 2011

I slept for 11 hours, and the sound of a loom woke me up at a quarter past eight. Gunnveig had started working. I stayed in my sleeping bag for some time listening. Someone else came to work, probably Oliver. I had breakfast and wrote the log from day one. I had a lot of coffee. It was half past nine before I finished. I left Grendehuset and went into the mill. For a moment, I didn't know where to start, where to go.

I got my camera, notebook and bag, and headed for the archive without meeting anyone. I made space, fetched a chair and sat down. After a while I started taking pictures of jacquard blankets. I spent three hours in the archive. It was chilly, humid and airtight. When I left the room, I was heavy-headed. Judith had a workshop with children from a kindergarten; we briefly said hello.

I went to have lunch - quite a long break - eating and reading the paper. I put on my windbreaker, took my camera and went outside to take pictures. I crossed the bridge and took some photos of the mill from up the hill. Nice angle. I decided to go for a walk, going up the road towards Romedal. I took pictures of the dam, the stream and the lake, before heading back to the mill. Paul was the only one still at work.

I made dinner. Same as day one. I started working on revising the project description - I will be sending a new text to Gerd on Monday. Found new headlines. Felt like I was on the right track. Kept on going until 10. I arranged my bed at 10.30, listening to Mark Hollis. Turned the music off, but couldn't sleep. Kept on thinking about work, making plans for the next day, other stuff. Some things were useful. I stayed awake for a long time.