We took another step on the ladder to becoming Swedish today. Ten working days ago, Mirinda was told she would receive her ID card. Today marked ten working days, and she received a text message saying it was ready to be picked up. She quickly worked out how to get to Liljeholmen from Trosa (and back) to collect it. Fortunately, there’s a bus that goes directly there.
In the meanwhilst, I took the dogs for a very long walk. I didn’t mean to go on a very long walk. It was an accident of exploration.
I had, after all, already walked into town to go shopping and was forced to go on diversion because the really nice and wide footpath is being remade. This meant going around the works. And, because cars are more important than people, rather than create a footpath out of a car lane and putting in temporary lights for the cars, the footpath was just made inaccessible.
And there’s no shortcut.
The pedestrian has to go down a track then around some of the more affluent houses in Trosa through a network of one way streets, up a very steep hill or two and, finally, emerge near the pension house. It adds a good ten minutes to the walk into town.
Fortunately, it was a lovely day.
And it continued lovely, right up until Mirinda returned home when the heavens opened up and rain drenched the world. I was inside and completely missed it. Which was fortunate because I would have been rather wet had I still been walking.
The reason it was such a long walk was because I decided to take the girls down the lit path that leads to the ICA, a trip I’ll be making on Friday. And it turns out that the lit path is a very long, circular track. The lit path behind the Red House is just one small stretch of it.
Speaking of the Red House, Mirinda was talking to Klas this evening, negotiating prices, the upshot of which is that she’ll be going in to sign the contract tomorrow, all being well. This is cause for celebration. Doubly so because tomorrow is our anniversary as well.
But, back to the very long walk.
Mirinda told me there is a ski slope in Trosa. And the dogs and I found it just off the lit path. Of course, it looks a bit sad and sorry at this time of year.
We also spotted a Trosa version of Go Ape alongside the ski slope. I’m guessing one takes over after the other has finished for the season.
