As I thought I would share another anniversary with you, I find it best to link you to the story of the event 25 years ago:
If you travel along that link you will find a story about our first trip to Greece and the xchange of golden rings!!
This post, however is the story of a small anniversary trip, to celebrate the 25 years that has passed since then, this time heading for our own south borders and a small fishing harbour.
After a busy week and actually rather dark and gloomy, moody, if you like, my husband bought me flowers and I had booked a B&B on a farm down south.
Saturday morning we left the girls and grandma in the house and headed for a place called Forsakar, a forest with a ravine with waterfalls, smaller but rather beautiful. It's also a somewhat dangerous place since the ravine have no fences. Along the riverside you can see that several of the very tall trees have lost their grip in the thin soil, falling dramatically across the stream. The trail leads up and down along the riverside, the forest is thick and filled with birdsong and flowers, insects and ....sand. We found a small rock with a cross shaped pattern in it, and sat down for a nice cup of coffee and a sandwich.
I wonder who made this pattern?
And I wonder what flower this is?
|Deep river... nah!|
|These funghi are usually found on pinetrees but from time to time they grow on beech and birch. They are beautiful, like small canopies.|
|As I said, trail began in the farmyard. She had seen lots of hikers and didn't bother much.|
|A sea of rape seed, nice waters!|
|Here you see the sea!!|
|And here you see the sea, a bit too high up for my taste actually!! Me, not the sea! The undersea stream here is rather strong and there have been dramatic drownings among , mostly middleaged, men.|
|This was the lowest hindrance for the cattle, the highest caused a climb of 2 metres, I mean, for a frail little woman with a metal hip, that is a challenge. And more of it, WHAT ARE THEY STOPPING WITH A HINDRANCE OF TWO METRES?? Giraffes???|
|6 hours later, after our dinner, we climbed|
|back up again and took some more pictures!!!|
Nothing like a good sunset, this was around 21.00 and very soon after that the setting was completed.
Next day we went to a place called Backåkra where the swedish FN boss Dag Hammarsköld used to stay. There is a museum and a monument, more like a place for prayers and solitude, the word PAX is chopped in to the center stone. Around in the field there are hundreds and hundreds of small orchids and anemones, those blue furry ones, impressive in height at this place. Many people makes pilgrimages to this place and church have outdoor services here.
Larks singing, otherwise this was the most silent place, and believe me, silence is not what we usually have around us. The world today is such a noisy place, and hasty too. We move around like in a race but inside we move at beetle speed.
Before returning home we stopped at the turkey farm to have a bite to eat and buy some goodies home, sausages, pies, smoked turkey and other tasty things. Back home we hurried to have a cup of coffee with the rest of the family and then off to afternoon service where the childrens choirs had prepared a musical about the Creation and the six-year olds in the parish came to get their bibles. It was a splendid anniversary, God be praised!
|A quiet sacred place for worried and restless souls and tired feet. Dag Hammarskölds Backåkra.|