Tuesday, August 17
Jag samlar drömmar i fickan.
On our second day at Fårö, we took our bikes and went on an adventure to the English Cemetary, where tweny English soldiers were buried in 1854.
We bicycled through the woods, occasionally stopping by a lake to cool off.
The sun came out for a little while, like a tiny white marble at the bottom of a pool of water.
The cemetary is located in a pasture, and next to it we found this old house. It's called "lammgift", and it's a house for the sheep to sleep in and for storing straw. This kind of houses you see all over the island, and they always makes me think of the Shire in Lord of the Rings.
The actual cemetary is just one big tombstone. Someone had left a rose for the soldiers on top of it.
We walked on down to the beach, which reminded me even more of something out of Lord of the Rings.
For once, the ocean was very calm and quiet.
So we sat down and just talked for a while.
The I ran around and shot lots of detail photos, like this one.
I just stopped to do some writing.
And then storm clouds started to gather at the horizon, so we started back home. When we got there, we baked brownies, played Yatzi and got a little drunk. So, all in all it was a very good adventure.