… begins with a breakfast consisting of strawberries and filmjölk (kind of like yoghurt, but a million times tastier) on a sundrenched lawn.
After that, an hour of lazy lounging in the hammock.
In the afternoon, it’s time for a boat trip down the creek.
Beneath the water, the seaweed swayed gently in the currents, like something from a Pre-Raphaelite painting.
Reeds against a flawless blue sky.
Water lilies floating on the dark brown water.
The creek leads to a lake, where you feel like you’re the only person left on Earth. Just the sun beating down, the splashing of the water against the oars, the odd fly buzzing past, and the rest… is absolute silence.
On the other side of the lake, we found a little cabin. The wood was so weathered, it was almost white.
On the lake shore, cotton grass was blowing in the wind.
Look at that thing! It’s as if it’s dancing, twirling its furry skirts in the sunshine.