Tim looking content in our cute little farm cottage
A day trip out to Blåvik
Uncle and boyfriend doing some important man-bonding at the lake.
I love birch trees. Probably because they remind me of Sweden- and there are plenty here.
I even braved a dip in the Nordic waters! (Just so you know, Tim was too chicken)
The visit was made even better as on our second day at the farm, my parents also joined us. Sweden never feels quite right without my mum there with me, and it always makes me so happy to see her here in her home territory- no matter how many years she lives in Aus, she will always be truly Swedish at heart.
Beautiful wildflowers and a beautiful Mumma.
Wild raspberries- there is nothing better!
We were also joined occasionally by sweetie Tassa
Some of the old men and boys watching the olympics
Mum and Dad had borrowed (other) Uncle's car so we had another little road trip the next day, stopping off to see boats travel down the lochs on the Göta Kanal.
It was also the first time Tim has met any of my Swedish family, and he did exceptionally well- learning all the important (read: rude) words and charming everyone with renditions on his new guitar-lele (a proper guitar with 5 strings but almost as small as a ukelele) and increasingly aquavit-induced singing. This was particularly aided by the events of the second night, when we had a typically Swedish and typically hilarious "Kräft Skiva"- Crayfish party! There was a whole lot of singing, drinking, eating, singing and drinking involved, as you have to sing a 'snaps-visa'- a snaps song, before every drink and every Crayfish tail you eat. My family has been known to have imported this little tradition to our home in Aus, however with all my Swedish family who knew all the songs and enthusiastically drank their way through (almost) all the aquavit in the house, it was a pretty special night.
The Crayfish stuck to the window were hand-drawn by the Grandfather (Morfar) about 20 years ago, and are still pulled out every Kräft Skiva.
Did I mention wearing silly hats is a non-negotiable part of the tradition?
A (small) part of the drink selection
Unfortunately I have no photos as the party progressed, as I was too busy singing, drinking and collapsing at about 10. The sign of a good night, I think!
We had such a lovely few days at the farm, and as always, I was pretty sad to leave.