Monday, September 19

As the afternoon turned to darkness we left the house to hunt eggs. We headed for the place where we suspected the Eggman had stopped and found him exactly where we expected. We collected some eggs and juice and drove to Kamppi to deliver the eggs.

The roadworks around the Opera House get odder and odder as they progress towards completion. The trams have come back into service but the space for cars has squeezed onto the pavement where it required a woman with a red stick to negotiate between the drivers and the pedestrians.

On the way home the light changes suddenly and the sky both darkens and lightens. We predict heavy rain and thunder but it never quite comes. As we drive towards Prisma I photograph the view through the windscreen.

The camera in the phone makes it appear even stranger than it appears through the window.