Day 46 – It’s not the seventh day . . .

Theologists can get hung up on the unprovable. The seemingly impossible. The unimaginable. Atheists also get hung up on these three things, tending to believe everything that evolution reveals, whether true, or false. Agnostics, fall somewhere in between, like the wind, one day blowing this way, the next the other. People of faith can encompass all three standpoints, yet still believe in a universal creator.

In any event, we take a leaf out of His book. Enjoy a day of rest. Not that I think He would have been resting. He’d have been busy planning his next move. Just like us.

We’re in easy reach of Nolhaga Park. Encompassing a wide mix of leisure and sports facitites, it’s a beautifully landscaped and wooded oasis for the locals and visitors alike. We lakeside walk to it’s central attraction, Nolhaga Castle. Although not open today, its cafe and ice-cream parlour is!

Say “Ice-creeeem” then . . .

This ancient looking series of stone circles are not as ancient as they first appear. On many stones a plaque describes an important historical event, or details the achievement of a now famous person.

A novel way to celebrate the town and it’s people, past and present.

The park edges the old town centre, so we edge in, go look-about. As we do, we come across a group of young teenage girls, engaged in a form of dressage. Each rides their Hobby-Horse. We discover it’s a massive craze in Scandinavia. Mr S is prevented from taking a photo by Mrs S. Possibly wise advice. [in any event there’s lots of info and videos on YouTube – just click below]

FINNISH HOBBYHORSE CHAMPIONSHIPS 2019

Being Saturday there’s lots going on. Mrs S piaffes into the first shop we don’t pass. Viller Valla is stocked to the brim with its own designer range of children’s clothes. They have a sale on. Grandson Jason has a couple of pressies on the way.

Mrs S no longer pulls up outside every women’s store

It’s mid-twenties and rising by the time we head back to camp. Easy to imagine being near the med and not Lake Mjörn.

The Swedish Riviera – lake sand as fine as Southbourne Beach
Give me five . . .

16,700 steps – there and back – can’t really call that a day of rest . . . that comes now zzz . . .