Thursday, July 6

The weather has turned from last week’s impersonation of the tropics to a celebration of gloom. Sometimes the dark clouds drop rain and sometimes they don’t. Aleays they remain in place, accompanied from time to time by a cold wind.

Looking for something to do we make a list. The winner, oddly perhaps, consists of a trip to the café in Box which we pass every time we go to or through Söderkulla. I have never understood whether Box is a village, a hamlet, or a road junction. I still don’t.

We get to Box, park, and enter the café. It proves everything we had imagined only more so. We leave as soon as we enter, promising ourselves that we will return some time when we have properly prepared.