Well here comes the time when I have to leave this wilderness. A wilderness it is, there are apparently moose and brown bears here so I know that Im deffinitely way out there - although I didnt see any. I will miss this place, the lovely trees and the sunshine. Ive painted a shed and kept the horses alive, even learnt to ride them. Ive fished for fish and caught them and Ive washed chicken feet. When I came here is never got dark, but now it almost gets dark eve...

A red house, a red barn, a red bakery, a red shed, a red stable... A tractor in a field. Brown horses, brown chooks, brown cat... Blue sky, blue lake... a little boat. Sun. Green trees... pine and birch trees everywhere. Compose and image in your mind of these items, and i think you have something that looks like the place where I am right now. Theyre always that colour since the sun never really goes away, only until its twilight and then it comes back again...

A Dane once told me, as I was standing in the wine section of the supermarket wondering which type would be a good one to buy, that Sweden would be a lovely place if it wasnt for the Swedes. And then he suggested a wine for me to buy. He was deffinitely right that Sweden is a lovely place, and even arriving at Stockholm I could already tell this from the air: millions of archipaglios scattered wherever space was available (no justice done from Google maps). Some...