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The farm at Feigum seen from the water, with Feigefossen falling down the mountainside behind it
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Taste Norway Selected · Feigum, Luster

Feigesagi

Feigefossen falls 218 metres in one drop. That water drove the saw blades here for centuries – until the buildings were almost lost, and the boy who grew up beneath them bought them back.

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Feigesagi, Feigum in Luster.

The power in Feigefossen

Feigefossen drops 218 metres into Lustrafjorden in a single fall. The same water that has drawn painters for centuries – Hans Gude among them – turned the saw blades and mill wheels at Feigum from the 1700s onwards.

A hundred metres below the sawmill, on the south side of the fjord, Kjell Feigum grew up.

The carved Feigesagi sign on a timber frame, with Lustrafjorden and a boat behind it
The sign at the water’s edge. The name is carved, not printed.

A childhood between mill, forge and saw

From the age of four he was underfoot among the old buildings on the farm where he lived: the mill, the forge, the sawmill, the byre. The sawmill was his nearest neighbour. As a boy he was already helping to carry away the offcuts.

The place was the whole of his world. It worked, it was complete, and it was alive.

The years it nearly went

When Kjell grew up and left Feigum, the buildings began to go. Year after year they fell further. By the time he came back as an older man the place was close to dead, and the valuation recommended pulling most of it down.

Kjell and his family bought the old industrial site and restored it themselves, over years of unpaid work. Feigum today is close to identical to photographs taken in the 1950s, when Kjell was a boy there.

I care a great deal that my children and grandchildren understand how life used to be. If they wanted an axe, they had to forge it. If they wanted flour, they had to sow the grain, harvest it and grind it.
— Kjell Feigum
The grey timber sawmill building with Feigefossen falling down the mountain behind it
The sawmill, and the fall that powered it.

A café in the old sawmill

Today you drive the Romantic Road along Lustrafjorden and stop at Feigesagi. Anne Merethe Feigum, Kjell’s daughter, runs the café with her mother Marit. A small café in the old sawmill. Waffles, ice cream, coffee, juice made locally. The fjord in front, the waterfall across it.

Inside the café: timber walls and ceiling, wooden tables laid with candles and cloths
Inside the old sawmill. The timber is the building, not the decor.

The walk up to the falls

From the café you can start the climb to the foot of the waterfall – about 45 minutes on a stony path. Few of the people who make that walk know that the place they rested, where they ate the waffle, is where a whole community’s craft was once stored in the power of the water they are walking towards.

Why it is here

  • Authenticity

    A working industrial site brought back by the family who grew up in it, not a heritage centre built for visitors.

  • Story

    Mill, forge and sawmill driven by a 218-metre waterfall, saved from demolition and rebuilt to match photographs from the 1950s.

  • Quality

    Restored with traditional methods over years, rather than rebuilt quickly in modern materials.

  • Unique experience

    A café inside the sawmill itself, at the foot of the path to Feigefossen.

  • Local value

    Three generations of one family keep the place open, and the people who rebuilt it are the ones who serve you.

Practical

Where
Feigum, Luster, Sogn
Season
Summer
Visiting
Café in the old sawmill, open to all
Served
Waffles, ice cream, coffee, locally made juice
The waterfall
Feigefossen, 218 metres in a single free fall
The walk
About 45 minutes up a stony path

Taste Norway takes no commission on visits arranged directly with the place.

Mariann shaping sourdough loaves on the bench in the bakery

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