The north of Sweden has been basking in a heatwave with temperatures here in Hälsingland as high as twenty five degrees celsius. I understand that it is far less than the United Kingdom, although we are a long way further north here. Local folk are baffled and rather pleased for such a bonus after a mercifully mild, Scandinavian winter!
Saturday was the grand refloating day here in Borka, with the remainder of the boats returning to their watery abode for the summer – all except for dear old Free. This is another part of living aboard that many folk don’t realise; it costs money to run a boat and sometimes it just isn’t available! I can’t complain though, this is my tenth year of freedom with twenty thousand nautical miles of adventuring. One year of relative inactivity won’t do us (Free and me) any harm, in fact what better way to give her a thorough drying out?
‘The show must go on’, as they say… and so it does! Plenty of opportunities for ‘Baby’ to sail me around the locality, frisking in the joyous zephyrs and contributing generally to the total bliss of pure freedom!
This early taste of summer has raised local spirits, adding to a general feeling of well-being throughout the village. Camper vans have arrived early too, adding to the ambience, chasing away any residual feelings of winter.
Despite all of my ‘lotus-eating’, there is a part of me that knows only too well the fickle nature of Scandinavian weather. Like life itself, it succumbs to my favourite saying: “This too, shall pass.” Anything can happen, as I can remember so well while huddling before ‘Bilbo’ my faithful wood-burner, a day before Midsummer’s Eve, two years ago!
This is a salutary warning not to take life so seriously, that every present moment experience becomes a dull struggle to prepare for a future that may never arrive. Take it now… take it now… take it NOW! Grasp every precious moment.
How many folk did I meet years ago, while sailing in the Mediterranean, who were sitting on huge, expensive yachts, unable to sail them due to being too tired and exhausted from the endless struggle to ‘eventually’ be free? There is no ‘eventually’, there is only now.
A soft, teasing kiss from warm sou’easterly,
caresses unfurrowed brow,
and in this blissful, fading daylight,
lies the ever present ‘now’…