A teletype end of job message that has stayed with me since my very first days as a trainee computer operator in 1970. With a central processing unit housed in a cabinet the size of a double wardrobe, the miracle of the Elliott 4100, with its flashing vacuum tubes, would diligently trundle along. Sometimes through hours of processing. Then when finished, without taking breath would type out …wotnexdo ?…
Day 17 – End of day finds Beastie diligently trundling in to Vildmarkscenter, Nederhögen for a two night stop. Mrs S is eager to get her hands on a washing machine. Duvets, sheets, clothes et al are piling up. The forecast is set to remain sunny; no need to check on the wind. Its persistently in hooley-mode.
A warm greeting from Ellen plus a show-around put our minds at ease. First impressions almost led us to turn and hi-tail it for the mountains.
Ellen and Jean-Pierre bought this ex-school, plus fifty hectares of surrounding land in 2022. Converted the school into a hotel and set up a camping area. With three kids on tow and the nearest junior school 22K away (senior 60K) – no mean feat.
With a lifetime of work and change ahead of them we imagine they will now be in a constant state of wotnexdo ?. . .
A very cosy indoor games room, including a table tennis table, provides the perfect ‘just like home’ pre-dinner apéritif.
Day 18 – A bright and breezy day. Mrs S is happy.
Mr S is happy too. Bike-time. A couple of windy hours spent within trees and tracks and tracks and trees . . .
For any sufferer from insomnia, this recording could just be the cure . . .
