There’s only one thing certain in life – and that is its exact opposite.
The closer we approach the inevitable, the more thought we give to where and how, we’d like our body to be laid to rest. If on land, then the chances are we’d like it to be somewhere pretty. Under the branches of a spreading oak tree perhaps; or scattered amongst a garden of roses. Do we harbour these thoughts for our benefit now? For surely once we’re dead it hardly matters, does it? Or does our final resting place simply help to bring succour to those we leave behind?
Day 9 – Situated in the Swedish Bible Belt, Värnamo Camping is today’s end of the line – so to speak. A convenient third of the way to Stockholm. A cheap and cheerful stopover with all facilities in good working order.
Earlier we negotiate the ‘Bridge’, made world famous by its namesake series from 2011. With no sign of a torso blocking our lane we sail under and over the 15.9K Øresund Strait, that links Denmark with Sweden.
Day 10 – Shortly after setting off, Beastie gets reigned in, left grumbling kerb-side. There’s a nip in the air and he’s not had chance to warm his toes yet.
Mrs S has spotted an interesting cemetery and is intrigued. Its partly symmetrical and orderly layout adds strength in honouring those who are laid to rest here. Immaculately trimmed hedgerows divide and unclutter. There’s one thing in life Mrs S loves and that is ‘tidy”. And very tidy and well cared for it is. I’m sure it’s the sort of spot she’d be very happy to ‘retire’ to!
Later and a further 278K north east, we come to rest, so to speak, at Skeppsdockan Camping, Söderköping.
Dinnertime is put on hold as we venture down canal-side into ‘old town’. It’s a delightful amble into its quaint history. Information boards add a sense of reality to the ancient village.
