Freedom on a bike

I’ve been to Italy, in Padergnone. I biked there. Surrounded by mountains, fluffy trees sprinkled in green, lakes of emerald green, we flew forward. At least it felt like it. A sensation of freedom, one that got me all happy-tears-eyed. I looked at my father and brother biking before me and I, as I oftenContinue reading “Freedom on a bike”

A wonderful place called Skäret

Last week was spent at Skäret, Skåne, with Nils family. I was excited and a tad skittish about hanging out with his family for the first time, but it all went fine without any major disasters. They took me on tours around the surroundings in his fathers Jaguar Mark  II from 1960-something, which was theContinue reading “A wonderful place called Skäret”