I am pretty certain I have never seen such a joyous reaction as the one shown by Freya when we arrived at the house in Trosa. She sprang from the car, then proceeded to bounce everywhere like a happy lamb.
She followed me through the house as I unlocked the doors, bouncing almost continuously. As I unpacked the car, she continued to spring between rooms and along corridors, in great happiness. It was a delight to see. Clearly she likes Trosa as much as, if not more than, us.
And it would be hard not to when the day looked so beautiful in a marked contrast to the way it was when we left back in January.
In fact, the whole drive up the E4 was in splendid driving conditions.
As well as unpacking the car, there was quite a full on job of work rearranging the house following the work that Harald did while we were away. He refloored and painted one room and painted another. The rooms looked marvellous, new and empty.
Eventually, I headed up to the ICA to get provisions while Mirinda took the girls for a walk around Mount Trosa. The temperature was chill and so was I. It felt good to be back.
Of course, as we’re rapidly approaching Easter, there was a witch on the way. She didn’t look particularly happy. At least she had a shawl.
Freya eventually settled down.
