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Today, the weather was gorgeous. Blue sky, sunshine, temperature in double figures. The perfect day to take the girls for a walk around Mount Trosa. Which I did, though not till about 1:30pm, as I had a lunch date with Nicoline at midday. Okay, I could have taken them before lunch, but there were other things I needed to do in the morning.
Like, feed the birds. Before Mirinda left I was told to feed them every second day and, having not had this particular chore for ages, I was surprised at how much they eat. Huge and various flocks of them visit our garden every day, emptying the various feeders. Given the quantities devoured, it occurs to me that we are the only ones doing it in the neighbourhood.
There were also some housework-y things to do before Nicoline arrived to whisk us off to Vagnhärad. Mind you, we almost didn’t go given a car problem which I unexpectedly fixed.
Anyway, after reading about how KSP and I ate at Utsikten the other day, Nicoline suggested we go there, given she’s been wanting to try it. So, it was decided, that’s exactly what we would do. And it was just as crowded as the other day.
There was a moment of confusion when Nicoline paid and thought the woman at the cash register had given her too much money in change, only to discover that she had been charged as a pensioner.
“Aren’t you a pensioner?” The woman asked.
Looking around the restaurant, you quickly realise it seems to be half pensioners and half workmen. The place serves good, hearty meals at very reasonable prices. My beef stroganoff was lovely (though could have done with more paprika) and Nicoline said her fish was good as well.
And, of course, there was someone there that knew Nicoline. A woman who is her storage unit neighbour. That is so Trosa! We’ve had storage units over the years but never once have I known anyone with a unit next to ours.
Lunch done, she dropped me back at the house, where I hitched the girls up and took them into the woods.
It was very quiet as well as being delightfully rain free. Though not so much mud free.
I was going to walk halfway up Mount Trosa for a bit of huffy puffy walking but was daunted by the mud left from heavy machinery tracks up and down the now sloppy slope. Too slippy for me given I was not wearing my boots because of my still troublesome tophi.
I have no idea what they were doing but they did it a few times given the ruts and slop.
Back at the house, I popped across to the stuga and recorded my November Letter from Sweden. Here it is:
Later I had another lovely, long chat with Mirinda as she gets ever closer. Tonight she made it to a town in Denmark, having successfully spent only five minutes at Hamburg station. She described her destination as quiet, empty and not the least bit cigarette smoke infused.
And my stats have dropped back to a more traditional ten views, three of which were for the ever popular Turnbull of Whitby post of 2015. However, this change and return to more normal results makes me even more suspicious.
