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Last night, KSP told us about a loppis being held at a hotel in the middle of nowhere; not a long way from her place in Woop Woop, so Beyond Woop Woop, if you will. She used to work there and knows it very well. She also knows a lot of people that own, manage and work in the hotel. Or simply turned up today for the loppis. Actually, she and Jonas spent a night glamping in the grounds. Suffice it to say, KSP is a bit of an expert when it comes to Sund Nergården.
Sadly, we arrived too late to snap up any bargains. According to KSP, all the good stuff had already gone. It opened at 1pm and we didn’t arrive until just gone 1:30pm.
Not that everything had been sold. I spotted a tempting box with 1842 stamped on it but couldn’t figure out what I could do with it. Mirinda bought a candelabra and KSP, some hooks, a small carafe and a piece of material which may have been a tablecloth.
But the loppis was such a small part of the visit. There was also the most delicious pumpkin soup, eaten on the terrace overlooking the lake under the most beautiful blue sky, punctuated by KSP greeting acquaintances.
It was while we were on the terrace that KSP suddenly declared that the whole place had a “…real Mediterranean vibe.” This surprised her as it came out of her mouth as natural as can be. It’s not like she says such things all the time.
Naturally we took the girls who were most welcome. There were a lot of other dogs there.
We have become a bit concerned with Freya who seems to be suffering at the moment. Possibly with arthritis, possibly with the cold. I have booked her into the vet for tomorrow. She spent a lot of our visit to the hotel curled up on my lap. She did seem happy to be out and about though.
Possibly the most exciting thing was discovering that the hotel has an amazing restaurant with a bus that picks you up and drops you home afterwards. A genius idea. And the menu looks amazingly delicious.
Thank you, KSP for such a splendid discovery.
In the meanwhilst, Jonas was out, sitting on a frozen lake, fishing through a small hole in the ice. He would have been freezing his arse off but for the fact that he had a chair to sit on. He clearly loves his fishing. Possibly as much as we enjoy finding a new restaurant. With, or without, a Mediterranean vibe.
