Saturday, September 21
We have got up early and driven to Pellinge to close the summer house. Before doing that we have driven to höstmarknad to buy fish, fishcakes, pies, bread, and vegetables, for the last time this year.
The weather has turned cold and rain has come and gone. I spot three people in shorts. The summer never ends.
We decide that we cannot possibly sit outside at Benita’s drinking beer or coffee, but we pop in to wish Benita happy Christmas. We will not see her again until next Spring.
We will close the house in record time and race home to eat extremely fresh food.