Day Thirty Three Sunday 21st August

We woke to greyness and mizzle, but the view was still beautiful in the mistiness. There was no need to move on, so we decided not to! A good chat with our neighbours this morning before they left was enjoyable and informative, they having travelled extensively through Europe in their camper-van. Paul has chronicled their journeys beautifully on his website, a labour of love,and his account of their time in Finland last year is particularly relevant for us.

I designated today a reading day, and spent some time dipping into the Sunday Times before returning to my current novel, 'The Versions of Us.' It needs concentration, and I keep losing the plot- or rather the three alternative plots which are woven together. I shall persevere.

Meanwhile G walked the three mile round trip to the nearest shop for milk and necessaries.
The weather brightened, and a couple of people braved a swim in the lake this afternoon, but came out again pretty quickly! We contented ourselves with watching  them whilst swinging gently on the large lakeside wooden swing!

I went with G for a short stroll through the woods before supper, turning back and leaving him to walk on when the path led us across a slippery wooden plank bridge. My decision was justified when he returned a bit later with a muddy bottom! The woods are full of wild mushrooms of all sorts - a treasure trove if you know the right ones to pick!

The campsite owners write in their tasteful  little brochure that in this  place, (Farnebofjarden Camping)  they found their little paradise. That is how it feels. It is incredibly quiet (only the sounds of nature most of the time ) peaceful and relaxing, especially today when there are very few people left. The only downside is the flying insects, but they are unavoidable in the woody lakeside surroundings when it is so still.