Wandering among the boats

Mirinda had her first Swedish class of the new semester this morning. She was up and out of the house by just gone 8am and on the next train to Stockholm. Prior to leaving, she had searched high and low for a pen. Eventually finding one, she then left it on the mantelpiece. She bought two at the Pressbyrån at Stockholm Central, where they keep them under the counter and out of sight. She reckoned it was like a porn stash. Very mysterious. Who knew that pens were such a secret commodity.

Here at home, the dogs and I slowly slipped into the day. Obviously I had a blog post to write then some boxes to flatten. And, of course, there was some ball throwing and retrieving only to be thrown again. Then, lunch.

The day then started to get interesting as we headed into town to wander around the much anticipated Trosa Boat Show.

It was a fine, warm sunny day and lots of people had decided to come out and enjoy messing about with boats. Mind you, I was a bit confused when the first thing I saw as we made our way through the entrance were a couple of cars. I think you’d call them high performance cars. Or sports cars. I have no idea, but there were a lot of males taking photos of them and smiling in a goofy kind of way.

Once through the welcoming arch, we had to navigate a rather narrow path, further made narrower because someone had thought it was a good idea to park a black sports car near it. Behind the sports car was a black trailer containing a black motorboat. While there was plenty of room to get by, the goofy faced men with their cameras, made it difficult to navigate. Still, eventually we gained access to where the boats were.

The restaurant in the harbour, Kölsvinet, was doing a roaring trade. This was the case at everywhere we passed heading down to the show. All eateries and drinkeries were full of people, eager to sample the delights of refreshment that Trosa had to offer.

The fact that everywhere was full was one of the deciding factors against my having a drink somewhere.

Back at the show, the boats and other related ephemera stretched all the way to the World’s End and back. Both sides of the dock, jam packed with boats of all sorts.

Apart from wandering around all the wonderful boats, a highlight was running into Klas, the man who sold us the Red House. He was working at a work stall. I don’t know why. He was there with colleagues from the real estate office and the bank. When I asked why they were there, he merely shrugged and said because it was his job. He then rushed off to chat to someone he once knew in a past life.

Strangely, I didn’t see anyone else I knew.

Having reached the World’s End and sat for a bit of a rest on a bench backing onto a stall cooking sausages, which interested the dogs a lot more than the boats had, we started to retrace our steps, back through town and into the woods, to home.

The day was quite warm, and we were all a bit hot and sweaty as we reached the door. A cold beer helped me, and a huge bowl of water helped the girls. We sat for a bit before I made a couple of marinated fish fillets as an experiment for the dinner party we’re throwing next week.

Later, when we tasted them, it was decided the marinated fish fillets were not suitable. I thought they were too bland, while they made Mirinda cough. I will have to find something else for entrée.