Hanna and I bombed up the E6 on friday afternoon arriving to a reception of chickens. Mats was a few minutes away returning from Halmstad with vital weekend items. We made ourselves at home and perked the fire up. Thus began a relaxed and successful weekend. The wants and needs of the previous week quickly forgotten. Dinner was a Swedish/Indian mash up (Swindian, Indish?) of deep fried chicken with delicately flavoured basmati rice and a great selection of pickles. Mats was frying out in the wood shed, as you do, and it was raining, hence the hat. We played a lot of Port Royal, a fine card turning game. Requires a bit of strategy, luck and nerve. Saturday kept us inside a while with all the rain. What to do in a warm stuga with the fire crackling in the background, your oldest daughter and a best buddy who happens to have hundreds of board games. Well, we entertained ourselves a treat. And then headed out to our spot in the woods and found plenty. Karl Johan, Brunsopp, Kanterells and Trattkanterell. In englishKing Bolete, Ceps (or Penny buns). Bay Bolete, Canterell and Winter Canterell. I love it. Like treasure hunting for adults. And I like to think that I have a bit of a nose for it. For finding them. Probably everyone thinks that. There were quite a few out and about looking and Simlångsdalen was bustling with a market which we had a quick peak at. I noticed a paleo stall, didnt stop, but goggled later. Someone with a smallholding, doing courses in food and yoga n running. They'd returned from careers in London to a more peaceful life in t countryside. On sunday we had a leg strtecher which proved highly productive. More Shrooms, enough for tasty omlette. With the freshest of eggs of course. No, I dont know why the pics no longer stand up straight by themselves. Imagine if i could interact with my computer like someone who knows what they're doing. Imagine the things I could do!
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