Sunday Morning Walk on the Island
Sture and Lena took me on a walk on the island to show me where they go swimming when the winds are too stiff to motor out to one of the smaller islands in the archipelago. As I hope you can see from the pictures it was an interesting walk.
We started from a picturesque, "typical", farm house.
There were still some nice lowlying wildflowers, even though it is getting into autumn. On this day, however, it was 20C.
Here's one all Americans will recognize. So far, it is the only one I have seen "in the wild" in Sweden.
Lena and Sture are leading the way.
Here are some rose hips ready for the picking for those who like that kind of tea.
Here are some berries that I have forgotten the name of. But according to Lena, they should be picked after the frost.
Here is the real quarry. Sture found a big bramble of blackberries that you didn't have to reach in very far to pick. He had the foresight to bring a couple of plastic containers to put the berries in. We soon filled them up, and Lena subsequently incorporated them into a couple of nice desserts.
A nice view of a nearby island from the trail.
A beautiful spot along the trail.
Another vista that can be seen from the trail.
Sture is explaining something from a pivotal position.
I can't remember the Swedish name for this device, but in function it is a manless powered drone designed to criss-cross Swedish waters after the end of WWII to explode the heavily mined coastal waters of Sweden.
It's time to cross into another field over this style.
Another scenic formation visible from the trail.
Well, this is the beach we came for. It is a stone beach that is well sheltered from the weather. The little bay off the beach is rather shallow, so the Nordholms usually swim on the other side of the peninsula.
A sailboat passes by, and the cloud cover changes thus slightly changing the color of all of the surroundings.
Sture has made friends with the horse. They first became acquainted in another field. We then walked over a granite ridge where it was difficult for the horse to follow. The horse found a long way around the ridge and joined Sture down by the small beach. Horses are lonely animals, and I guess this one found a kindred spirit in Sture.
Here is a piece of quartz the size of man's head lying by a stone beach next to the trail.
Sture and Lena are one of the very few couples of our age that we have known for some time that are still together. They are very kind to one another.
We started from a picturesque, "typical", farm house.
There were still some nice lowlying wildflowers, even though it is getting into autumn. On this day, however, it was 20C.
Here's one all Americans will recognize. So far, it is the only one I have seen "in the wild" in Sweden.
Lena and Sture are leading the way.
Here are some rose hips ready for the picking for those who like that kind of tea.
Here are some berries that I have forgotten the name of. But according to Lena, they should be picked after the frost.
Here is the real quarry. Sture found a big bramble of blackberries that you didn't have to reach in very far to pick. He had the foresight to bring a couple of plastic containers to put the berries in. We soon filled them up, and Lena subsequently incorporated them into a couple of nice desserts.
A nice view of a nearby island from the trail.
A beautiful spot along the trail.
Another vista that can be seen from the trail.
Sture is explaining something from a pivotal position.
I can't remember the Swedish name for this device, but in function it is a manless powered drone designed to criss-cross Swedish waters after the end of WWII to explode the heavily mined coastal waters of Sweden.
It's time to cross into another field over this style.
Another scenic formation visible from the trail.
Well, this is the beach we came for. It is a stone beach that is well sheltered from the weather. The little bay off the beach is rather shallow, so the Nordholms usually swim on the other side of the peninsula.
A sailboat passes by, and the cloud cover changes thus slightly changing the color of all of the surroundings.
Sture has made friends with the horse. They first became acquainted in another field. We then walked over a granite ridge where it was difficult for the horse to follow. The horse found a long way around the ridge and joined Sture down by the small beach. Horses are lonely animals, and I guess this one found a kindred spirit in Sture.
Here is a piece of quartz the size of man's head lying by a stone beach next to the trail.
Sture and Lena are one of the very few couples of our age that we have known for some time that are still together. They are very kind to one another.
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