Der ingen skulle tru at nokon kunne bu

Geirr Vetti calls himself a family doctor. The bachelor loves old houses, and after he was allowed to take over a dilapidated mountain shelf farm in Luster in Sogn, he has had enough to do. He builds many of the houses again in stone, and to provide all the stone he needs, he has had the help of two Sherpas from Nepal. The aim is to start farming in the old fashioned way.

Ivanir Hasson, half Norwegian, half Jewish, lived a wandering life until he came to rest on a deserted mountain farm in Tinn in Telemark. One day she met Carl Olsen, a street clown from New Zealand. They married in a monastery church by Tinnsjøen, and he moved into her small farm. But much of the year they travel around and hold circus classes for Norwegian schoolchildren.

The tiny cluster yard on Indre Fure faces the open Stadhavet. Seven people have clawed their way here, and they have stayed, despite big storms and heavy loads, despite steep hills and difficult roads. They tell of a life of hardship, of the struggle for food and the struggle against the forces of nature and social development. But they don't want to be anywhere else.

Skåro is a lonely, roadless farm high above Fyksesund in Hordaland. One man still lives here, the more than 80-year-old Jon J. Skaar. And he intends to stay, even if the ladder down to the fjord is not clear on a winter's day, and even the mile-long arm of the fjord sometimes freezes over, so that the man is completely isolated. The only company he has are two marten.

Physiotherapist Sisco and computer scientist Karl Viggo Waldersløv had enough of queues and stress in the capital. They sold all eight of them and settled on a lonely, steep-sided farm in Vågå. And here they enjoy life to the fullest. The physiotherapist nevertheless accepts people who benefit from massages and hot baths, and the computer specialist helps the young people so that they can live at home while they study.

Nyksund was one of the big fishing villages in Vesterålen, but when the boats got bigger, the harbor became too small, and the people moved. One day the houses were still in disrepair. But a few years ago, the city was rediscovered. Young female artists in particular felt attracted to the outpost by the ocean. The girls in Nyksund are close to each other, and they rejoice over their new life and new hometown.