Trosa looked lovely today. A blue sky, occasional clouds, light breezes and very pleasant temperatures in the early 20s. It was a perfect day to wander around our new town, showing it off to Amanda. It was in contrast to the type of mozzie preferred weather we’ve been having.
To tell the truth, the mozzies have been a bit of shock. We experienced them back in 2021 but nothing like this year. The combination of rain and steamy humidity has given them a real treat as they land on anything exposed and, silently, start sucking blood.
They particularly love feeding on me, as I walk through the woods. They land on my exposed arms as I drag my trolley behind me. A lot of them die quick and painless deaths, before they manage to do much damage, but there’s always some that I miss.
Mirinda read an article the other day about the mozzies in Sweden. Apparently this part of Sweden has the least amount of mozzies in the country. If that is the case then I’m pretty glad we’re not living where there are the most. I reckon you’d not be able to see the people for the bugs.
Mind you, we didn’t get a lot of them today because the weather wasn’t conducive for the little bastards. A lovely walk along the dock to the worlds end, as well as visits to the museum, church and cafés, saw a general lack of smacking and scratching.
Amanda visited Trosa back in March and enjoyed seeing the place in summer, even though places are starting to close up as the season comes to an end. The café on the river, for instance, which was only open for about a month and is now closed again.
Fortunately, Visthuset, the café in the centrum, is open all year round, so we were able to sit outside and enjoy a drink, having picked the girls up from Christina.
We then headed across the river in order to visit the museum, another place that’s only open for a brief period in the summer. It was here that we read about the tanner, Carl Jacob Dahlbom, his wife Christina and their 14 children. Fourteen! The poor woman. And not just the kids. Their house was opposite the tannery so you can imagine the smell. I guess they got used to it but it would have taken a while.
Carl ran the tannery from 1826 until the 1870’s when his son Ferdinand took over. These days, the tannery buildings house the small Trosa museum while the family house is preserved, so visitors can walk through the few rooms, with the very low ceilings and wonder where all the children slept. The attic, was Amanda’s guess.
I enjoyed the little museum. Mirinda and Anna visited last week so, while Mirinda looked after the dogs in the lovely garden, Amanda and I headed inside. I took great delight in pointing out and explaining, the big map on the wall, indicating the towns burned by the Russians during the Great Pillage of 1719.
Amanda thought it was a summer fire warning map.
The museum didn’t take very long so we took Amanda across the road to the church where she marveled at the detached belfry. A while later, as we drove back to the house, she pointed out another detached belfry which she claimed was virtually identical. Mirinda took great delight in explaining that it was the same detached belfry as the one she’d visited earlier but from behind.
A lovely, leisurely lunch was had at Tre Små Rum before we headed back to the house for a short rest ahead of Mirinda and Amanda taking the dogs for a wonderful walk out to Stendörren, an area known for its beauty. Amanda was suitably impressed and took a squillion photos. In fact, according to Mirinda, she would get all excited about a view, take a photo, then a few more steps, then begin the process again.
We all had a lovely day and finished it off with roasted salmon and salad in the dining room, followed by a bit of laughter and singing in the lounge.
