Well, here's a sight you don't see every day in your supermarket car park:



This photo was taken from across the road, (hiding behind a tree if you must know) because I just didn't want to look like a tourist. In case you are wondering what the hell this is, it was a police display featuring a small car with a full sized moose sticking out of it. Pretty gruesome sight first thing in the morning. I felt my breakfast move slightly upwards. Another reason to stay on this side of the road.

Accidents between moose and motorists are unfortunately all too common here in Sweden. And even more sobering is the fact that the collisions are most likely to be fatal - for both the moose and the human. Until you've seen a moose up close, it is hard to grasp just how big they are. They also have very long legs. Often, the legs of the moose catch the bumper and this knocks the heavy animal over the bonnet and into the windscreen. It's not a pretty sight. I've seen the aftermath of at least one moose accident on a highway near Jönköping. It was a bloodbath. About 80 people a year die in Sweden as a result of hitting a moose, generally at high speed.

I guess this was an awareness campaign as the official hunting season begins pretty soon and the moose are a little more jittery during this time. Poor things!

Today, the weather is looking rather threatening, but still spectacular. I just love the cloud displays you get here in Sweden. They sweep in suddenly and majestically with real presence. It still leaves me open mouthed with wonder.



We stayed at the boat club for a short time, not daring to tempt fate by walking home and getting drenched, but these clouds passed us by at fairly high speed and the skies turned blue again. We went around the long way home, via the guest harbour, where we spotted a sign, that we found interesting for different reasons. In my case, I was amused by the interesting way they spelled Recycling *grin* and Lars-Göran saw that they had used an old parking sign and painted the new sign over the top of it. Neither of us spotted the other's reason for looking twice at the sign.



The reason we went around that way was because earlier this week, we went to the picture archive at the local library. Last year, we had purchased a book about the history of Nynäshamn and we were curious to look at some old photographs, especially of the harbour area. There was an old man at the picture archive and he knew all about the area and boating in general. It was fascinating to listen to him talk about all the land reclaimation that went on to shape the harbour as it is today. We knew it was altered as we couldn't make sense of the old pictures in the book.

One place was the area we call Frejas holme. The word "holme" is Swedish for islet. However, this area looks more like a small headland or udde. Why call it an island, I asked. Well, it was an island - and used to be the main commercial wharf. Later, the council filled in the whole area between the mainland and this small islet to create a little peninsula. And what did they build on this piece of reclaimed land? Would you believe, a mini-golf course, kiosk and car park! Ah! the short sightedness of politicians is a universal phenomena. I guess I can be thankful it wasn't a caravan park!

Walking around Frejas holme, we saw where the area had been built up and the position of the retaining walls down to the water, suprised that we hadn't ever noticed it before.

The archivist asked where we lived and found another folder with photogtaphs of the two superb wooden villas that had been on this block before our apartment was built in 1951. It could make you cry to see it. We intend to go back and get copies of these photos and I'll post them here. Or maybe not, as it would be too depressing.

While we were dithering around the harbour, those storm clouds came back with a vengeance.



See what I mean about layers and layers of clouds? It makes the already deserted guest harbour look even more empty. It's how I imagined judgement day would commence.

Or maybe I've been listening to too much Nick Cave lately.