Its been so cold over this winter we ended up with frost on the inside of our triple glazed windows.

Its been so cold over this winter we ended up with frost on the inside of our triple glazed windows.

A. made a snow angel in our garden.



We went for another walk around Tureberg during the daytime this time – the days are already getting much longer but there is still plenty of snow on the ground.





You can see the depth of the snow on the garden furniture and covering A.s bike.


Brodds sten in Norrtälje was recorded in 1635 then lost in a basement near the river. It was reconstructed in 2003 by Kalle the runecarver.



“x Urmi x auk x HulmuithR x auk
Hulmfastar x litu : raisa : stain :
aftiR x burut : fathur : sin : guthan”
“och det kan översättas till:
Orme och Holmvid och Holmfast läto
resa stenen efter Brodd, sin gode fader.”
The sea by Norrtälje was frozen, where boats travel the ice had broken into many small slabs of ice.





[Audiobook]
Slow Road to Deadhorse by James Anthony
James Anthony sells up his business, finds himself at a loose end and decides to drive across continental North America without using highways.
He starts at the southernmost tip of Florida, and spends quite a time in ‘the South’, making his way across to follow the Mississippi north, then the plains and prairies, before hitting Tundra and arriving at his destination.
Along the way he finds discovers places and people who don’t expect to be a part of the kind of journey he is making. He finds a number of obscure historic sites and tells their stories, and meets some people who can tell stories of their places. Many of these people are not adventurous souls, who have spent most of their lives in their particular backwater – he gets some insights into their lives and areas.
There is a persistent curiosity about places throughout the book, with a desire to understand what happened to make them as they are – he takes a detour to see peanuts growing, goes to see a museum dedicated to ex-slaves, and drives the Dalton Highway, home of the ice road truckers.
Of particular interest to me was the skirting of Regina on his way past, reminding me of my childhood visit to my family there and the road trip we went on to the Rockies.
While I love the adventure distilled into this book, it is a journey I would like to embark upon, I wonder if the writers view on the society he encountered was seen with the rose tinting of being a rich white man doing the journey. I think some other travellers would likely have had very different experiences along the way, without the safety of privilege on their side.
Theres danger on the roof. The snow was starting to melt when we were in Norrtälje, creating beautiful cascades of icicles hanging from many buildings.




We revisited Norrtälje in the snow.





Behind my office is a parking area called ‘wood parking’.


