Strange days indeed…
Countries close their borders, people hoard toilet paper, the world is in a tail spin. It's like watching a bad movie on TV on a Friday night and thinking "only…
Countries close their borders, people hoard toilet paper, the world is in a tail spin. It's like watching a bad movie on TV on a Friday night and thinking "only…
A day that only comes once every fourth years: the 29th of February, and a winter that never was. Cooper's first. Was hoping he would get to experience some new,…
After a miserably wet Saturday we wake up Sunday morning at the summer house to a cold but beautifully sunny day. Starved of sunlight and vitamin D we decide to…
To be honest I am actually writing this long after the fact. This was a few weeks back, a Sunday in mid January, the 12th to be exact. Had some…
The last day of this Christmas/New Year break was rainy and grey so we decided to put some colour into it by visiting Marita and Mattias and their Bernese Mountain…
Sunday the 29th of December 2019 turned out to be even greyer and duller than Saturday the 28th. A thick mist of atomized water droplets hung in the air killing…
Still carving into the remaining Christmas ham for breakfast, and sipping warm glögg in the late afternoon. Lazy days indeed. Walked Cooper to get some fresh air and stretch our…
Christmas is slowly slipping over into New Year. In Sweden we call these lazy days the "in-between days". We sleep late, eat left-overs from the our smörgåsbord, and take long…
What to do on cold, wet and grey Saturday in the middle of December? Take Cooper for a stroll up to Ramberget, the large granite rock from which we can…
Another weekend at the summer house. This time it's just me and Cooper. It's dark and raining when we arrive on Friday evening but soon we have a fire burning…
Last weekend of November and finally the sun makes an appearance. When the clouds clear the temperature drops and it gets frosty. Friday night we head to Falkenberg for a…
So far this November we have apparently had 10 hours of sunlight. Sounds a lot to me. Spend a normal November in Sweden and you will understand the Swedish Melancholy…