Given my lovely, though absent wife, wrote a post about her Portugal adventure today, I wasn’t going to write an entry myself. But then, I decided I would. Not for any reason other than to chronicle my Sunday. Not that anything much happened, I hasten to add. Mind you, when has that stopped me writing in the past?
After all, following yesterday’s photo of the fast flowing river, I did manage to film it this morning. That was for you, dear reader.
So, yes, we did walk into Trosa again and Emma made a beeline for Visthuset again. Same old, same old. Or samma samma as we say in Sweden.
One difference, though, was that we met Beth from Next Door on the way home and walked the final bit with her. I filled her in on Mirinda’s Portuguese activities and we discussed the gradually warming weather.
Speaking of the weather, while the day started a bit overcast, and we had a bit of rain after lunch, the afternoon turned glorious.
This was taken shortly after I made a comment on an Instagram photo posted by Lauren of a clear blue Mount Tamborine sky. I asked what it was. I take it back. I now know.
