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Something very strange happened today. I walked into Trosa, with the girls, and wandered around the Harvest Market but did not see a single person I knew. Obviously, a number of people said hello, smiling at the girls, but I did not know any of them. I did see a horse-drawn cart. I don’t remember that from last year.
There was a while first thing when I wondered whether I would be walking into town. As I lay in bed, typing up my blog post, the rain just fell in sheets. I felt sorry for the stallholders, setting up for one of the big days of the Trosa calendar. And, of course, there was poor Jason who was going into Stockholm about a possible job, training kids in parkour.
But, as it turned out, the rain blew away and the rest of the day was sunny with a very welcome, stiff breeze to relieve the temperature.
Given I had the dogs with me, I didn’t buy anything. It’s hard enough trying to balance, fish around for money and try and pack the purchases away, but when you add the vast quantities of people milling around, it becomes completely impossible. Given I didn’t actually need anything, it makes for a great saving ploy.
It was good to see so many people out and about, generally smiling and buying things.
There was a barkless dog, which was quite weird. The girls ignored her, as they do, but I was intrigued. I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen (or heard) a barkless dog before. Every time she barked, it was as if she had laryngitis. She seemed happy enough and delightfully non-yappy.
It wasn’t the only odd thing I saw. As we walked through the woods, I spotted a woman walking the new MTB track. Only the other day I was wondering if anyone had done this and how mountain bikers would feel if they suddenly came across someone on foot rather than wheels. The only mountain bikers I saw was a family group as we walked home. There were no pedestrians by then.
Back at home, we relaxed in front of the TV for a bit. I then researched a few dead soldiers.
When Jason returned home, we watched Kill Bill volume 2.
In the meanwhilst, Mirinda, having finished her weekend at the Writers’ Festival, expressed her disappointment in the content, vowing to never go again. Tomorrow she leaves for a conference in Malmö. It will mark her first long distance train trip in Sweden. Hopefully, it will be as comfortable as the ones I’ve taken.
And so, the end of another, seemingly successful Harvest Market heralding the slow closing down of our town as Autumn approaches.
The view from the deck is still very much alive with green, but there are occasional yellow leaves starting to appear, and the grass is becoming littered with their falling.
