The man’s wife took us to one side and started chatting to us in Norwegian.  Within five seconds we realised that she did not understand English.  This however did not stop her flow of softly spoken chitchat.  It also became obvious that the man had no interest in dealing with the foreigners who were about to trespass through private land.   But she seemed experienced in dealing with such issues and from what we gathered, there were reference to dirty shoes, mud, grass, and photographers in what she was saying.  In the end she walked us to a little wooden gate and with a quick demonstration on how to lock the gate, she sent up off on our way with a little wave and a nod.