Every summer Finnsnes Vann (the town pond) is graced by two islands, originally donated by the brother of my first Norwegian land-lady, who also owned the largest begravelsesbyrå (funeral directors) in the area. Now that we are ice-free, they were apparently towed out into positioned by 2 council operatives in a rowing boat.
Apart from their innate charm and fotogenicity (is that a word?) to tourists, they are prime real-estate for nesting arctic terns. As any good eiendomsmegler / realtor / estate agent would point out, they come complete with utedo / outhouse / privy and a conveniently located rock (in case the aforementioned utedo is engaged). Naturally the availability of such fine amenities leads to a degree of competition and even the odd squabble.