That charming line was addressed to me by my darling husband. Oh, the language of love! He was not thinking that I had transformed into a nocturnal flying mammal, but rather that I had red eyes. Do bats really have red eyes or only on Hollywood vampire movies? Whatever, I do have red eyes at the moment, but I'm not sure if it is some kind of allergy or if it may be related to an old eye injury that sometimes gives me trouble. So I guess I'll be using my eye drops to avoid any future blunt comments from Mr Swede.

On another note, some people have asked about where I live and while I was looking for English information, I discovered that there was an entry in an online encyclopedia. I did not think that my little town was was worth having its own Wikpedia entry. But what appalling grammar..... Still, there is some information there for those who are interested.

The chill today reminds me that this year seems to have flown by. I wonder if others feel the same or is it just me. Does time go faster as you get older? It certainly seems to. Is it really October already?

Today it is sunny and bright again and this is forecast to continue until next week at least, so I think this calls for another sailing trip again this weekend. This afternoon we went down to the harbour and I saw that they had (finally) put up a sign pointing to the new location of the tourist bureau. Though Lambi and I found the direction a little confusing.



Is it really up a tree as the sign indicates? We couldn't see it. The office used to be located at the old railway station building. It is in a very central spot, directly at the main gateway to the town from road, rail, boat or ferry. But in their "wisdom", the council decided to combine it with the guest harbour office and now nobody can find it. Especially as the road sign points up to the tree tops. When the move was mooted, it was opposed by everyone in the town, including those working in the tourist office and guest harbour. Petitions were signed by many buisnesses and residents, but to no avail. The council declared that the guest harbour was ideal as it had room for 200 boats, and each boat had four people aboard, which meant that 800 people a day would be visiting the office just from those visiting boats.

I'm not too sure where he pulled those figures from, though I can make a pretty shrewd guess. There are 200 boats in our guest harbour on one or two weeks a year and many boats have couples or even lone sailors aboard. In July, there are quite a lot there, but there has been nobody moored here for weeks. So I'd be really interested in seeing how many of those potential 292,000 boat visitors materialised. Typical polly waffle as we would say.

Today the autumn colours were particularly striking, especially on Strandvagen.



It brought to mind one of my favourite poems at school.



Tomorrow night I'm off to have dinner and a good gasbag with some of the other Aussie women in Stockholm and Lars-Göran will be able to give his poor ears a rest.

I wonder where we'll sail this weekend?