Hurricane Amy thundered in from the Atlantic this weekend, threatening to wreak havoc along the west coast of Sweden.

Ahead of the storm, we decided to work from the summer house on Friday and drove out to Orust on Thursday evening. We arrived as the sun was setting. It was cold, and we lit a fire to warm the house. I was hoping to see the northern aurora as it grew dark, but it never materialised.

Logged in to work with the rising sun on Friday morning. Took a coffee break and walked Cooper along the dirt roads in the warm light. The colours are starting to change—the maples and birches turning yellow and red—but otherwise it’s still quite green.

Logged out later in the afternoon and took another, longer walk with Cooper. The low sun cast long shadows and filtered through the trees and leaves. The air was crisp and clear, and there was no doubt that autumn had arrived.

Mathilda and Edde arrived in the evening. We fired up the Weber and enjoyed a great meal together before collapsing on the couch in front of a movie. Outside, Amy was beginning to make her presence felt as thick clouds covered the waxing moon and the wind started to pick up. By the time we headed to bed, it had begun to drizzle.

Woke late to the sound of wind and rain on Saturday morning. Amy was upon us. On the sheltered, inland side of Orust, we were spared the full force of the storm, but still the trees bent precariously, and we worried about our big old pine dropping a branch on the house.

By early afternoon, it was time to head back to Göteborg. It was still blowing and raining as we pulled up and unpacked the car.

Anna headed out for a night on the town. Cooper and I took a walk along the river as Amy subsided, the wind dropped, and the rain turned to a light drizzle.