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Trosa looked beautiful this morning as we walked alongside the river, searching for notice boards. We were looking for the many boards that are scattered around the place in order to staple posters to them. The posters were for the next Riksteatern production, coming to Trosa on October 19. It was the beginning of quite a busy day. The river lent our start, a beautiful calmness.
By the time we reached the centrum, we realised it was time for a coffee break and sit down. Obviously, the only place open was Mekka…or Nilssons, if you prefer. Actually, we weren’t the only ones wanting refreshment.
The woman serving appeared with a bowl of water for the dogs. Emma was sitting on my lap and, the instant she saw the water, she leapt to the floor. The trouble was, Freya was already there, head down, slurping away. Emma landed with her back legs across Freya’s back. Neither of them were particularly bothered. It was both strange and very funny.
Back on the trail, we managed to find all of the poster boards and headed back home to prepare for our next guests.
Not from Australia this time, Ashley and Daisy came down from Uppsala in order to, hopefully, go boating tomorrow. The idea was to come to us this afternoon, have dinner and a game of Cascadia then go out to the islands in the morning.
Though, of course, before that we headed back into Trosa for a pre-dinner drink at Två Små Svin. On the way, we met Jim the Poodle Man, who was out walking Duffy. Obviously, we chatted for a bit. They still haven’t sold their house.
Eventually, we returned home, where I whipped up my own version of a Syrian dish in order to eat one of the massive courgettes that the Button People gave us the other day.
I stuffed it with mince, pine nuts and onions and baked it in the oven. I made a yoghurt based sauce to pour over it and bulgur wheat to accompany it. Everyone seemed to enjoy it.
But, before I let them eat, there was the now obligatory attempt at a place mat worthy photo.
I think that qualifies. And, for a change, Freya managed to get into the shot. Note that all three are well wrapped up because our stupid heater reset itself and the house was cold. Even for me. Mirinda eventually fixed it just before turning it off for bed.
Fortunately, the stuga was nice and toasty.
