The weather wasn’t great for picnic on the water in the archipelago, so we visited Marstrand, the royal bath place from 1800’s. The fort is garrisoned with musketeers staging shows.
I’m so tempted to play “capture the flag” and watch what happens when I run off with it!
But I’d probably get to a dead end like this, facing the Baltic Sea. I love seeing the effect of the ice age though, such smoothly polished rocks.
The view from my family’s holiday house in Glose. The windmill on the hill stopped milling local wheat varieties in 1957.
The SAAB though 20 years old, was so refined to drive. Just beautiful.