Trosa is a very pretty place, full of gorgeous buildings, small businesses and a lovely river running through it. Along the river, beauty abounds. It’s one of the reasons we love it and want to live here. However, there’s always balance. And, in order to prove that everyone does not share the same taste, I’m going to share, what I think of, as the ugliest house in Trosa.
It’s on the way to the ICA and stands out like fox poo on a recently washed poodle. It’s a pity the block is so much bigger because, otherwise, it could have been built around and partially hidden. Fortunately, it’s quite unique.
I sneaked the photo today on the way back from the supermarket. It was just before I stopped in the cemetery for a break. I feel I need to do this as I would have been on my feet for over an hour and need to rest the old pins.
I had this little chap for company. Is it Daniel or Lydia, I wondered.
Not that I was alone. A big deer was happily roaming between the graves, nibbling grass. It looked at me, inquisitive, assessing the threat level, then shook it’s antlers and returned to nibbling the grass. It was a lovely, peaceful ten minutes for us both. Eventually, the deer wandered out of the cemetery and crossed the road, heading for the woods on the other side. I took my trolley and headed back to the house.
It wasn’t the only walk I had today. Mirinda went into Trosa centrum to get a haircut, buy a hat and discuss BankID with the bank. This, of course, meant I took the girls for a tramp in the woods. We were going to dinner at Boman’s so they definitely needed an outing before being left alone.
And, of course, the woods were as lovely and as peaceful as the cemetery had been. Without the deer. We didn’t see anyone (or anything).
And then, finally, dinner at Boman’s.
It marked the first time we’ve had the ala carte menu and it was superb. I had white asparagus starter followed by a turbot main and finished off with a Trosa Punsch ice cream with baked pears. By dog, it was delicious.
The one thing that today highlighted for me is how much I’m going to miss this place. We have to return to Farnham in a few weeks and it’s going to be a wrench. Then, back in Surrey, all I’ll be thinking about will be returning to the End of the World.
