A winter weekend
A friend of mine and I spent the weekend in my house in Kopparberg (230 km northwest of Stockholm). The drive through the snowy landscape was fantastic and we decided to take a walk as soon as we got there. It was probably not the smartest decision; the sun was setting and it didn’t take long before the temperature fell from -12 degrees C to -17. The last steps were painfully cold and it was nice to get into the cosy warm house.
I made a lamb casserole in tomato sauce for dinner with boiled rice and a salad. We shared a bottle of red wine and took plenty of time enjoying our dinner and the conversation. Vanilla ice cream with a spoon or two of my homemade red currant jam and I also poured a little “punsch” over it (strong, sweet liquor – there’s nothing like it abroad, so try it when you come to Sweden instead). The outdoor temperature was now -20, but it didn’t bother us. I lit a fire in the fireplace instead.
Sunday and time to go back to Stockholm again. The same trauma everytime. I don’t want to go, I don’t want to go, I don’t want to go but I have to. We left around noon, but since it was a sunny day and now around -12, we decided to drive into Kopparberg first and take a walk and have some coffee before leaving. At least I found something good about the winter. The church is usually hidden behind the trees but the invisible church was visible at this time of the year. I should have figured it out earlier…
Came back to Stockholm and the sounds of the city late on Sunday afternoon. I’m no lonely wolf but I enjoy staying there and listen to the sound of silence. At this time of the year I read a lot when I’m there. Sadly, the bookstore closed about a month ago. The owner wanted to retire and tried to sell the store, but nobody wanted to buy it so he finally decided to close it instead. I often went in to buy a book or two – it was on the way to the supermarket, so it was very convenient. I guess that’s the way life is on the country side these days.