Today was the beginning of the fishing season in Trosa and the Trosa Amateur Fishing Club (Trosa Amatörfiskeklubb), established in 1934, was out in force. We knew because Jonas is a member (along with his best friend Erik) and KSP, also a member, was going to be there, feeding hungry fisherfolk, hotdogs. Anna Boom-Boom, who I haven’t seen since the Harvest Market, was there too.
And the hotdogs were a brilliant idea because it was ridiculously cold out by the harbour. Not the real temperature; rather, the wind chill was really, really chilly. Icy blasts like laser beams, is how it felt at one stage.
Interestingly, a lot of the inner harbour was frozen while the inlet, where the river meets the sea, was flowing through the ice.
It marked my first time in town for ages. I’m not counting dinner the other night because we only went from the car park to the restaurant. And I really can’t remember the last time I walked out to the World’s End. Not that we could do that today, no matter how determined Mirinda was.
There’s work going on and it was all taped off. There’s also a bit of work going on just before the bridge that heads out to the World’s End. We think it might be going to be a garden by the summer. It will feature a boardwalk and lots of artistic rocks. Hopefully we’ll get to see more of its development when we get back from the UK.
We also saw Nicoline today. She popped in to offer her services in keeping an eye on things at the house, which was very generous of her. She came over, and we sat and talked for ages. She has even said she just might come and visit us in the New Forest.
Oh, and I saw Jim the Poodle Man and his son, Sean, in the ICA while I was buying chicken and salad for dinner. I mentioned that I’d left Mirinda outside to freeze in the car, and he made a point of driving over to her and chatting from the car.
As I said to Mirinda, this is one of the reasons I love Trosa. It’s quite difficult not to run into someone you know. Actually, it’s a bit like Doc Martin where you have a central character and the eccentric townsfolk who they interact with.
In the meanwhilst, back at the harbour, Mirinda tried to keep warm in some rather arctic conditions and Emma tried standing still.
Tomorrow we leave this beautiful, friendly place.
