We arrived back yesterday so the house is full of unpacked cases and tired kids.
Of course, I have to keep my priorities straight by showing you some of the lovely dramatic skies that met us on our trip to England.
We had a fabulous day in London
And heard Big Ben tolling the hour.
The tower and spiky turrets against the dark clouds
Gave the buildings a wonderful Gothic feeling.
Peeking around the corner from the Houses of Parliament
Was the newly cleaned Westminster Chapel.
And, of course, with the Olympics starting on Friday
The view of London Bridge (and The Shard on the right)
Seems highly appropriate.
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At dawn, the old stone church across the lake bathes in golden light –
Amazing to think that 800 years ago, someone looked at a pile of rocks
And saw how they could be transformed into something so much greater than the sum of their parts.
And as the sun sets,
Don’t ask what the meaning of the birdsong or the setting sun is,
Just enjoy the beauty and let them be.
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December is a time of magical snowflakes, soft candlelight, sweet songs and even sweeter gingerbread…
The Swedes love gingerbread, but not gingerbread men with their eyes of icing sugar. No, they put together simple or elaborate houses made of gingerbread, stuck together with burnt sugar and topped with hard white icing. After New Year, they hold parties where they dance around the tree to say good-bye to it and then they break the gingerbread houses made so lovingly – and eat them.
We have a new bakery in town – with the most delightful display in the window. Our old church (nearly 1,000 years old in fact) has been immortalized in gingerbread and icing sugar!
What I love about this picture is that you can see the reflection of the actual physical church in the window.
I wish you all a delightfully sweet Christmas!
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This lovely wooden church stands gracious and glows with colour in Uppland, about an hour’s drive north of us.
The yellow box hanging so wonkily from its red fence is a post box.
Seems as if the church is a collecting point for letters as well as for souls.
And after 500 years or so, the church is still glowing like a ruby.
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Walking the dog has a whole new dimension when it turns out to be such an adventure! Last week, I told you how I discovered a WWI bunker hidden in the forest. Well, it gets better.
On the same walk, I came across this! Can you guess what it is?
Yes, it is a dog, a weird-looking tree and a pile of stones!
But that pile of stones is not just a pile of stones. It is so much more…
You see, the pile of stones is actually a grave.
A grave from the Bronze Age. Now, this may not mean very much to you, but the Bronze Age came after the Stone Age – which makes this grave and these stones about 3,000 years old. That’s right: 3,000 years old!
And although the information board looks as if it, too, is ancient, I think that the fuzziness is just a result of the weather… I mean, it’s hard to look good in hail, sun, snow and ice!
Anyway, unlike rune stones which commemorate dead people, these stones actually cover the remains of 3,000-year-old corpses! According to the information, archaeologists removed the stones in order to see what was in the grave. But – once again – the harsh weather conditions have taken their toll and there is very little to see after three thousand years.
Now, is it just me – or is my dog really trying to hog all the limelight?
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Bindu at Transient Lives wondered what the inside of the igloo we built at the weekend looks like. So, I went outside with my camera and the dog at 6.30 this morning. Got down onto my hands and knees and shot this through the doorway…
As you can see, there is a patchwork of small holes now because the sun has been shining on the igloo during the day.
I then crawled through the door right inside the igloo. It was surprisingly warm – and light. The small window overlooks the frozen lake.
Enjoy the view!
I’ve taken control of Lady Fi’s blog for the day. Out with that old wanna-be Diane Keaton look-alike has-been – and in with the new exclusive totally hip me!
Serves the old bag right for just leaving me in the middle of yesterday’s interview! I mean, we hadn’t finished talking about the most important thing – ME, the Turning Torso! (You do know who I am, right? I’m the star of yesterday’s post. Try to keep up, will you?)
I probably could see into Swenglishexpat’s mother’s kitchen window if I wanted to. After all, I’m made up of 2,500 windows. But I’d rather have my head in the clouds than worry about what is going on at the lower levels…
As for those of you who wondered about how the lifts work. Well, I have a circular core in my centre, and they whizz up and down in there. It doesn’t half tickle, mind you!
As I soar upwards in graceful beauty, I gaze majestically out over the expanse of water that separates Sweden and Denmark. And there, below me, I can see the magnificent bridge, Öresundsbro, that connects our two countries and allows those lucky Danes to come over to see me!
OK – enough of that bridge! Let’s get back to me, me, me! (I’m not really full of myself, but it’s hard to be modest when you’re as perfect as I am!)
I need your advice: I just can’t decide which colour suits me best when I want to go out for the night and really dazzle! Glittering gold? Bold blue? Or sizzling hot red?
Last week, I visited the quaint seaside town of Malmö in the south of Sweden.
It was all cobbled streets and old buildings that wouldn’t look out of place in a small, sleepy English village. Except for the fact that there was a lighthouse right on the pavement where you could look over the waters and imagine that you could see Denmark…
While I was there, I took the opportunity to interview the latest star of Sweden – nay, of Scandinavia! She’s a very very tall lady, graceful and elegant.. someone with her head in the clouds… someone who… Well, read the interview for yourself. It’s an exclusive!
TT: Enough of the girl talk, buddy! I’m a man – and proud of it! I mean – just look at my shape.
Me: A man? Er.. Sorry, big guy!
TT: Yes, you see when I was created, I was based on the twisting torso of a male sculpture.
Me: I see! So, you represent the torso of a person? Cool! Now, before we get carried away, why not introduce yourself to the good folk out there?
TT: Hej på er! My name is Turning Torso and I’m the pride and joy of Malmö, and Scandinavia – and heck! the whole world for all I know… (That’s me on the left.. Aren’t I just gorgeous? Look at my sleek lines. Look at…)
Me: Er.. OK.. moving on swiftly now. So, tell me a bit more about your creation.
TT: Love to! I’m the lovechild of Spanish architect, Santiago. That’s Calatrava. He’s a real cool guy who goes around designing lots of wonderful buildings.
Me: So, just how tall are you?
TT: I’m 54 stories tall, and that makes me the tallest building in Scandinavia. It takes the lifts 38 seconds to get to my top! I would be the tallest residential building in Europe if it weren’t for that conniving minx with the silly name – Triumph Palace – in Russia!
Me: But you are still one of a kind…
TT: Of course I am! Although there is a second-rate copy of me in Chicago, and another one going up in Dubai. But hey, I’m such a great role model that I guess they just have to copy me. You know what they say: Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. But, no one can look as good as me, right? Look at my gorgeous curves, my sexy lines, my classy girders…
This is where I left the Malmö diva… You can get too much of a good thing when it’s too full of itself!