As I moved away from the brooding quiet of the sleeping giant, it became clear that it was no giant…
No, some Norse god had carelessly discarded his helmet and left it to rust on the forest floor. Look at the helmet’s leafy plumes!
You don’t believe me?
Well, at first I thought I had come across some shelters or bunkers from the Second World War.
You can see that the bunker is half buried in the ground with lots of half-rusted doors. In fact, the backbone and the helmet part make up a large T shape with many doors and openings along its length.
Some online research proved me wrong: these military bunkers are actually remnants from the First World War, when Sweden was preparing itself from possible attack from the north. These bunkers were part of a series called ‘The Northern Front’.
Although one of the doors was wide open and seemed to be inviting me in, I didn’t take it up on its offer.
You know, just in case that giant or Norse god was still inside.