Saturday, May 30
We wait for the ferry at Tirmo, to take us to Pellinge for the second time this summer.
The people who run the ferry have removed it for servicing and replaced it with a smaller one: lower and with less room. I photograph it as it approaches.
Benita’s son drives it (or sails it, or whatever one says) and thus steps into his grandfather’s shoes. Helmer drove the ferry years ago when it ran a somewhat different route.
Now, as I will find out later, he sits and chats on the jetty at Sandholm, where Benita runs an ad hoc cafe until the government relax the lockdown rules and allow her to reopen the proper one.
Next Monday she will open, unless something dreadful happens in Finland before then.