We spent the night in Bastad on an enormous grass car park. When we originally plonked Basil on one of the few stopping places clearly more than big enough for his ample size, we had wondered why a small town…
Pretty Town with an Ugly Name
Today’s is a short post, partly because it has been largely a driving day and secondly because we are running late. After struggling to find anywhere of interest to break our journey to the southern town of Ystad, I finally…
The Bob Dylan of Ursand Camping
I know you’ve all been having sleepless nights worrying about my bad back, but be distressed no longer, it is much improved, although not good enough to go on our long walk today. We started off on the marked path…
Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world….
We had a peaceful night sleeping by the Blomsholm Stone Ship, although we were joined by two other vans before bedtime. In the morning there was a loud bird noise coming from somewhere nearby. It sounded a bit like a…