Outside Trosa church, a young mother was crouching down, her baby lying on a blanket in front of her. The woman was dressed up for a wedding, her spiky shoes making her crouch seem miraculous. She was gurgling at the infant as it wriggled and giggled.
I imagine the baby had grown discontented with the wedding it had been forced to attend. Perhaps it had tried singing at the wrong time, and the mother had had to rush outside to spare the ears of the rest of the guests. Or maybe the baby needed changing. I don’t know but it did provide a nice opening to this post.
I spotted her as I was returning from a walk into town with the girls. As we walked by the church, the service sounded in full swing.
It was a lovely day for a wedding. It reminded me of the day we were married back in 1991 which was another beautiful, sunshiny day. And, while there were a lot of people about in town, it wasn’t as crowded as it can be on a summer weekend. Except in the church. I think it was quite full.
As we walked into town, the girls drew praise from various people. For example, when we stopped in the churchyard for a brief rest, a couple walked over to tell me how lovely the two of them were. Somehow, they knew I spoke English and expressed their admiration in words I could understand.
We were taking a walk after lunch on a day when Mirinda and Jason were both in Stockholm. Not together, mind you. Jason went up yesterday to do various Jason type things, while Mirinda was headed for the Stockholm City Museum at Slussen. She also went and watched some breakdancing, which she said was amazing. I guess it was a bit better than Raygun’s ridiculed effort at the Olympics last week.
And so, alone for the day, I took the opportunity of a lovely long walk with the girls.
We were lucky with the weather. While it looked a bit threatening a couple of times during the day, there was no actual rain which meant a load of washing was spared an extra rinse as it sat on the drying rack on the deck.
Tonight there was the Stockholm Midnight Run and Jason was entered in it. Mirinda was forced to dart across the main street on Soder, dodging runners. She didn’t see Jason. He came 9,465th in the race and represented the Trosa running club. His stats can be found here.
I’m sure he had a lovely time pounding the streets. While I had a much lovelier time walking through the woods at a very leisurely pace, following only a small, red cockerpoo called Emma. Obviously, Freya was behind me.
It’s been a long time since I had a day entirely to myself. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
