I love sardines. I make no secret of it. There’s probably been quite a few mentions on this blog previously regarding my love of sardines. One particular mention occurred in Morocco when I subjected Nicktor to my devouring of some freshly caught, gutted and grilled specimens. He had to look away.
And, while I love freshly grilled with just a bit of salt and pepper for seasoning, I’m happy to eat any sardines. Even tinned. So it was with delight that I spotted a tin of King Gustaf’s sardines in ICA. I bought a can on the off chance I’d need it some day.
Of course, being on my own this weekend meant the off chance had arrived early. While, I was a bit disappointed that they were drenched in the finest tomato sauce, I still enjoyed them immensely.
A bit like how the girls enjoyed our post-lunch walk around Mount Trosa. Well, without the tomato sauce.
We didn’t see many other people today (and only one dog) but we did spot an old lady collecting mushrooms in the woods. Emma was very interested in what she was doing. Of course, I’m assuming it was mushrooms she was collecting and not a fillet of a fenny snake, a few newts, and hemlock.
We were also overtaken by a couple of joggers, running in opposite directions. They were both men in their forties, completely covered in Lycra and looking very serious. They both puffed out a “Hej” as they passed me the first time. I wondered if they greeted each other as well.
Of more interest (to me, anyway) was this rather scary looking thing.
It’s actually a snow groomer. This is odd because I just finished The Last Chairlift by John Irving and one of the main characters was a snow groomer. I’m fairly sure she didn’t look like the Pisten Bully above.
It was parked halfway up the ski slope and, I guess, it’s prepared for the new season’s snow. Maybe someone knows something about the weather, and we do need to get our winter tyres fitted sooner rather than later.
What on earth is a snow groomer?