Lena and Sture had a late night at the tennis last night plus it was the weekend end, so we had the usual fine breakfast at the Nordholms a bit later than usual. It was a big day for Lena as it was commencement day at her University. But before all that happened, she did the weekly grocery shopping. We tagged along, as I needed a few condiments for the dinner I was to fix.
Sture and I then left Lena to her shopping and went to the new cheese shop (actually, a very good deli) that Sture was keen to investigate. Anyway, we got a few different cheeses and some sourdough bread. When we tried it all out later in the day, it was all very tasty stuff.
Sture and I then walked back to his house (about 15-20 minutes). At about the same time, Lena drove back from the store, unpacked the groceries and left for University. Sture usually devotes his Saturday mornings to cleaning the house. I offered to help, but we both knew I wasn’t up to his cleaning standard. So, he graciously declined my offer.
In the meantime, I spent some more time working on a lecture. I also tried to contact Linda on Skype. I eventually was able to contact her in the shower after she had finished putting the undercoat on some of the woodwork in the house in preparation for the painter that she hopes to have in to paint the interior in a couple of weeks. Anyway, we both agreed that we are getting a bit too old for that kind of activity as she was pretty tired.
Sture finished cleaning about 1:30, and we had some of Lena’s delicious left over baked flat fish for lunch. Sture was then was kind enough to take me on a walk through the woods.
This old military facility was opposite the road to where we parked the car. Sture wasn’t sure if if was now used for anything else, but I think it must be as it didn’t look disused.
We walked uphill for a while along a logger’s road which also led to a firing range, but we didn’t follow road that far.
We crossed this stream a few times during our walk.
There were quite a few volunteer pine tree seedlings in the open part of the little valley:
We cam across this bush rig for diverting the water so that it was easier to fetch water from the stream. This was new to Sture, so its origin will remain a mystery, I suppose.
Here is a sample of the mossy ground over the rocky ground that typified the area:
There were a lot of these rocky (granite, I think) outcroppings in the area as well.
Here is my panorama shot of Little Hole Lake. It consist of 6 hand held shots stitched together with the automatic panorama algorithm in Photoshop Elements 8.

It is difficult to tell from the photo below, but the water is about a foot deep there. It just shows how crystal clear the water was. I tested the temperature as well – cold. If Sture had been able to talk me into climbing over a rocky ridge, he would have taken me to their place for swimming which apparently has a better rock platform. During the summer, Lena and Sture often walk the 40 minutes it takes to get them to the lake, swim a couple of hours, and walk home. Sture refers to it as their private swimming hole.
Sture couldn’t resist doing a bit of mushroom hunting and picking. This specie’s common name is the funnel chantrelle. The vast majority that we have picked have been of this type.
Sture managed to talk me into an uphill side trail to have a look at this little waterfall.
From there we took a forest trail back to the van. Sture then drove us back to his house and fixed us a cup of tea. We then had a brief discussion about his book plans. We arranged to have a more detailed discussion early next week.
Sture then started to work on a number of outside gardening tasks, while I prepared dinner. I fixed grilled Moroccan chicken, Roman style cauliflower and broccoli, green salad, and couscous. There was an exiting moment when, I let the chilli powder get too hot in the pan, it put off some amazing fumes. I expect that everyone got a good whiff, but I certainly got a good intake into the respiratory system. Anyway, after that little drama, dinner was served up, and everyone seemed to forgive my kitchen faux pas. Sydney was also there. It was good to see him again.
I managed to Skype Doretha later in the evening to see how she and Mother were getting on. So, all in all, for a “weekend rest day”, it was a pretty full day.