A Day on The Beach and Sugary Sex

25C today and clear blue skies. I have a day on the beach for sure, just as soon as I have attended to a very important and unavoidable task.


Last night we fixed the end of my tenancy of the cottage. This morning it struck me that the agreed date is a weekend. I checked. Yep, it is. That is a problem for ferry bookings. It's summer and weekend sailings are popular. I rapidly had no choice but to grab a good deal staring me in the face. The nearest week day crossing on a Tuesday. So my departure is set. The thing that stops that being sad is that it is seven weeks away! This was followed by the utilitarian task of a quick trip into Habo to get some grub, and a look into the library and information office. You know? just parking up and walking around the shops I get company. A young boy was blown away by Elsa. His Mum was very nice, so conversation ensued. People say hello and talk. It's really nice. This done and food stashed away at the cottage, I can kick back and relax.

There is a lake shore beach just 5.5 miles from fagerhult. The highway is quiet, almost no traffic, so I break a rule. I ride over to the beach in my shorts. Something I never do these days. The smell of coconut oil, the sound of sqealing children, an icecream kiosk, a marina to mouch around. Summer !! No need for a good book. I have scenery to look at that is special and rare to my Midland English eyes. Vatta is forming poetic back ground noise. Maroon, Ocre washed farmsteads, clouds sailing by overhead. If he doesn't start forming it all into coherent poetry soon, I'll go nuts, and maybe have to do it myself. Warning:

There was a young man from Bankeryd
Who liked to stay home a lot
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Get the picture Vatta? Pick up you pen and start writing or I'll Limerick you to death!

Senapsill for lunch (herrings in mustard) while Huskie (lawn mower robot) comes to say nothing to Elsa. He cuts the grass up to her front wheel, shuffles around and trundles away again. He'll do it again later. The house has a dog who is old and deaf. If you clap your hands really loud he comes, but won't go away again.

Bike riding later, and Sugary sex. Sorry it's too tempting to keep you waiting.







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