Midnight Sun and Big Dreams: The Making of Trevarefabrikken in Henningsvær

A cool breeze moves through Henningsvær this morning. The sun breaks gently through the clouds as I stand outside a large, mustard-yellow building in the centre of town. A dog darts past me, nose to the ground, before its owner, Mats Alfsen, appears, a wool hat pulled down over his ears and his cheeks pink from the cold. We exchange greetings and step into the warmth of Trevarefabrikken. Inside, the smell of fresh coffee and newly baked bread greets me. Large windows open the room to the vast sea outside. Guests gather around breakfast tables, some preparing for a hike, others simply