Anglo-Saxons and Vikings – part four
I really wanted only a two part piece on this, but apparently that’s not happening. So, I’d better get on with it.
George performed extremely well during the drives through the field and through the wee forest at Henrik’s Grandfather place. But, indeed, now has no rear mud flaps.
We did do some work on George, or rather, Henrik did some work on George. Maybe not as much as we would have liked to have done, but still… He fixed the passenger door. Being 21 years of age this door has had a hard life and the metal bits in it are almost completely gone, it practically hung on one hinge and would be falling off soon if nothing was to be done. Henrik fixed it. A bit of grinding, welding, riveting and being generally pleased with himself the door shuts and fits better then ever.
Another highlight was our visit to the summerhouse of Henriks stepfathers’ mother, or Henriks step grandmother. Anyway, it was quite a drive up there, not in distance, but in beauty. The roads we drove got smaller and smaller, starting with a regular 2 lane country road and ending up with a grass covered track. The house itself was small with a kitchen the size of a.., well.., small kitchen. A small table was in it and enough room to turn around. A very big, cast iron stove took up a quarter of the kitchen and was as ancient as the lake not 200 feet away.
The living room was not much larger then the kitchen and held two beds and a couple of chairs and upstairs, merely a large attic, held a small storage area and a smaller room with another two beds in it, that’s where we slept.
The whole house was cozily decorated the way old ladies tend do and was generally comfortable. The lady of the house by the way comes out here very regularly and does everything on her own, including walking butt naked to the lake for a swim, where she also happens to fish, albeit fully clothed . Not bad when you’re 75 years of age…
We did have a very relaxing time here in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nature and very, very dark and very, very quiet at night.
We only met one challenge whilst staying there. The outhouse. Well, not really a challenge, it was just something new, but strangely comfortable when used to it. Sitting there with the door open, doing your business on a big wooden box, with a nice sandpapered edge mind you, is quite refreshing. And you could share the experience with a loved one, or anyone else for that matter, since there were two holes, snugly next to each other, in the same space. We didn’t try that one out though, I don’t think our relationship is that mature.., yet…
The summerhouse will be sorely missed by the both of us.
Back on the road only one other bit fell off George while on the way back home.., the last 15 cm of his exhaust came off. We did here a “clong”, or “clang” I don’t remember which, and figured we either ran over something or something fell off. And being in the Netherlands where the roads are pretty clean we figured something must have fallen of. Luckily for us, it was only the exhaust and caused no further problems. George performed beautifully and we start to enjoy, and respect him more and more.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, or at least just end it. We had a marvelous time in Sweden and will definitely come back next year.
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