HÄLSINGLAND IS BEAUTIFUL.
That is something one notices when visiting Gränsfors Bruks.
Along the winding road between Gnarp and Bergsjö you can
see green valleys, lakes and blue mountains. There are red houses
and barns scattered among the meadows with grazing horses and
sheep. Then a sign catches one’s eyes: Gränsfors Bruks.
Turning off, nestled between wooden houses and apple trees, there it is, by a turbulent stream. The build- ing is somewhat bigger than the surrounding cottages and one can see how it has been enlarged throughout the years. Entering the wooden door in the older part of the house, you pass by the warehouse, lunchroom and old-fashioned office and get down to the forge in the somewhat newer annex. There, big flywheels are moving and a rhythmical throbbing is heard from the forging operation.