A final taste of Sweden before the winter curtain falls… The arrival of my oldest friend, Michael to sample Borka in slumber and the eternal hustle and bustle of the nation’s capital, Stockholm.
The lure of the city has never been applicable to me; however, in the company of a friend there is a reason, and it was that which took us down to Stockholm, the city of water and space. Two short days and a night is hardly enough to create even a basic feel to a place, especially one as vibrant as this historic city; hence impressions could only be fleeting. Although undeniably beautiful in an aesthetic sense, Stockholm mixes old and new in a manner that suggests someone may have erred somewhat. There were some truly ugly buildings mixed in among the predominant elegance, and some boulevards surprised me with their lack of imagination. The wide open spaces left me feeling exhausted, hardly surprising having been sailing under the huge northern Bothnian skies for the previous two months.
One needs more than a few days to truly explore this remarkable city, so my comments are probably not typical; only first impressions. I do find that although born a city girl, my sailing has sublimated the need for energy and stimulation. Borka has pervaded my senses with a peace not previously encountered and Stockholm’s energy and relative anonymity surprised me. What did I expect? I guess I have changed.
How lovely to be back on Free next to a roaring wood fire, chatting with an old friend as the wind moans outside bringing the first sense of winter; that late Indian summer is fast becoming a memory. Borka has embraced me for sure and Mike and I have taken advantage of the local small roads and tracks, walking to places not previously visited on my own.
The silver birch trees, so familiar to the north of Sweden have shed their leaves and contrast with the evergreen pines as they stand together on the shores of the Enånger fjord. The air is full of moisture now with a raw nor-westerly breeze, warning of the oncoming winter. The next few days will provide the backdrop of Free’s final hibernation and she will slumber throughout the cruel nordic winter. All is as it should be… All is love.