Rather than persistent fog, the first blue sky day since our return from Portugal bathed Trosa in sunshine today. We almost decided to move the deck furniture back outside. In fact, while Mirinda took the girls for a walk and I cooked a number of meals for her to have while I’m in Copenhagen, I opened doors to air the house. I’d call that a red letter day.
Of course, we popped out for brunch at Tre Små Rum, along with thousands of other people and their dogs, for some delicious eggs.
It’s really important to arrive at Tre Små Rum just after 11am otherwise you are hard-pressed to find a table. Of course, as the weather warms up, the outside becomes an option but, currently, in the wind, it’s still too cold. Even for me.
So, we arrive and take our chances. Like today, our chances were rewarded with our usual table and we settled down for the perfect brunch.
At a table next to us, a woman and her child were with, what appeared to be, a small horse. I think it was actually a Borzoi but I’m not 100% certain. Whatever breed it was, it was big enough to wear a saddle and a small jockey.
Not that our two were bothered. In fact, they barely recognised it as a dog. Freya, with great powers of self-preservation, tends to regard anything bigger than Emma as non-existent.
Speaking of large animals in unexpected places, I spotted a couple of deer in the ICA today where we went after brunch. I was a bit shocked though the woman in the photo wasn’t too bothered.
All a bit strange. Though it was a bit smaller than the dog in Tre Små Rum.
