In Sweden we were used to somewhat more serious amounts with temps that remained well below zero for months on end and a metre or so of snow to struggle through. Strangely enough, it's something that you get used to, even sort-of look forward to and enjoy! Even J had to admit she enjoyed clearing the white stuff to keep a track in and out of house possible:
And the track to the cottage/Bagarstuga had to be kept open with a track through for ease of access to our main freezer which was housed there:
It was a time, five years or so when life was definitely different from the French experience, with snowfall that has no meaning or significance:
Of course with wooden houses, we were invariably warm and comfortable whatever temperatures were:
The house at night:
Now with Easter approaching and everyone in lockdown, I'll be unable to grab a few of these absolutely delicious Swedish buns, Semlor (plural of Semla), wonderfully marzipanny (is that even a word?!) confections which I can buy at this time of year in London. I once managed to eat both of these in a single sitting, a bit like a surfeit of Lampreys maybe, but evidently more survivable:
The other beauty of Springtime oop North is the beauty about to unfold like this view from our old garden:
And even the worst of weather here in France has never brought about the need to resort to one of these for travel, a perfectly normal method in northern Sweden:
I've been promised some interview time with this guy in near future, one of my favourite musicians with a truly excellent new album just out:
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We can't complain that we haven't had any specific sort of weather...we are having them all!
ReplyDeleteNo snow here, mind you... thankfully...we are having a break from the wet stuff.. until Wednesday!!