Autumn

Such a cliche, I know, but I love autumn.  Mainly because it is the time when everything is being put away for the winter and I can be inside reading, embroidering and drinking tea, instead of putting myself under pressure because it's such a beautiful day for hang-gliding and I am not doing it, or some such random strenuous outdoor activity.  There is such a beautiful melancholy to the general dyingness of things that you just have to embrace or be overwhelmed. 

Bjurbäck kyrka

Up by us

To celebrate this year, I finally have crossed something off my bucket list.  Well, I say, bucket list, it's more like a loose collection of stuff written on the back of receipts and left in the jean pocket. We, Mr G and I with 2 friends, went to the Harvest Festival on Öland.

It's called Skördefestivalen and the whole island of Öland clears out the attics, empties the pumpkin patches and sells the contents on the road side\in the barn.  There are extra points if you have sheep, or ponies that give rides to small children without throwing them off or eating them.   The main road is jam-packed with cars, caravans and mobile homes, and huge, clean lorries.  I am not too certain about the significance of the lorries, but what do I know?    I have never seen so many mobile homes in one place, there were more than I knew existed. We stayed in a cabin, at least that way, I could fit in the shower. 

Generally milling about.  It's what you use tractors for.....

There were a lot of tractors, Ferguson's mainly..... no, I don't know, things with wheels and stuff.  One chap had even had an EU grant to do a proper exhibition of this tractor and other stuff collection.  That is dedication and oomph!

Anyway, nice place is Öland.  Possibly best to go in late spring, less mobile homes and pumpkins.  I have a feeling that nothing can be done about the loppis though.