"I’m pleased to say that my leaf has found its home! It is hanging very near to the stone bridge that was built by my great-great-great-grandfather, Per Ottersen Skaret, around 1830. There is a river that runs through the farm and Per used to divert water from it to his sawmill. He needed to build a bridge over one of his ditches to get to the mill. Supposedly, as he was finishing it, he got his trousers caught between the stones and was not at all happy about having to ruin his trousers to cut himself free."
This isn't exactly the place, but it is close.
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