Last night, as the ferry was about to dock at Trelleborg, I asked Emma which way was Sweden. She was sitting on Mirinda at the time. This was Emma’s reaction.
Smart and beautiful, both of them.
We stopped over in Trelleborg for a few reasons. The first being, so we could get over the drive across the Netherlands and Germany. The second, so we could luxuriate in our return to Sweden. Most important, though, so we could have our winter tyres fitted.
The wonderful Micke at the Skogas branch of Euromaster had organised for our tyres to be transferred to Trelleborg and I’d then organised to have them fitted this morning at 10am. Mirinda was a bit annoyed that it meant she’d have to wake up early-ish but, as I explained, once we’d done that, the rest of the day could be a complete bludge. Which it was.
First thing, though, I had to go and find some milk. This was not difficult and proved how handy a shop within walking distance can really be. There’s a small Coop about 300 metres away from where we’re staying. That’s how I want to live.
There’s also regular buses to Ystad and Trelleborg, near the Coop. Of course, we wouldn’t want to live here but it shows Mirinda how life could be so much better when the car is not so necessary.
Winter tyres, however, are necessary so we drove across to Euromaster where the job was done in 30 minutes and we were soon back at the house having a cup of tea. Then BeReal happened.
One of my better efforts, I think. Actually, Freya was fast asleep when the BeReal notification made her suddenly wide awake and wondering what was happening. This happens every time.
Having gone shopping for dinner, I settled down to research some dead soldiers while Mirinda took the girls for a walk along the beach.
A splendid lazy day. Tomorrow we head north.
