Trumpets In Trosa.

TROSA.

The celebrating students have moved by 11pm. They are replaced by cyclists at 6:30 this morning. The parkrun is one lap along the river and back. The winner finishes in a time of 16:24 so it's a fast course. We talk to a Brit who lives over here. He sells software to GPs. He tells us that workers can choose what percentage of the week that they will work. I can't understand how the managers plan their resource. On the way back to the van, a hare crosses our path. Naturally, it crosses the road using a zebra crossing.

Our first choice of destination is north. However, the forecast is not good so we decide against going in the wrong direction. Our second choice is 200 miles away. That's too far so we settle on Trosa. On the coast below Stockholm, it is a journey of 73 miles, much more manageable.

The site is at a harbour. The price is a little expensive until we learn that the washing machine and dryer are free. Rosie makes hay .......

We walk into the village and discover that the local area musical schools are partaking in a musical festival. It started at 11am, we join it at 2:45 and it finishes at 4:15. Most of the bands are brass based and the musicians are children and adolescents. The final band is adult with mixed ages. Great free entertainment. Rosie goes to the flea market and tries to buy an elk letter holder using zloty. The owner gives her a packet of Swedish flags to remind her where she is. Rather bizarrely, a woman walks around the audience with a live cat around her neck.

The sauna is open from 5 until 8pm. We listen to the first half of the cup final then have a sauna at half time. It is supposed to be single sex. However, Paul is sat on his own when a Swede sticks his head around the door. Do I mind if a woman joins us? What can a gentleman say? Three men and one lady appear, all in their 30's. They offer me a beer but I make my excuses and leave (as they used to say in the News of the World, for those of you old enough to remember such gutter press). Anyway, it was worth leaving as City scored 4 more goals in the second half.

Halfway through the presentation, a Swede named Aage knocks at the van door. He wants to talk to us about the UK. He's been several times including trips on narrow boats. He's avoided Eastern Europe on the grounds that the police want to fleece you. We put his mind at rest over a glass of wine.

Rosie sends me a photo from this morning, not one for the front page, I suspect. The roll around my middle is the bum bag not fat, honest!