|a field near our holiday house -- the first time I've ever seen cornflowers in a corn field|
|just by our house|
There was only the key box to find now and after a determined rootle I found it up on the wall in the garage. 'Yes!!'
|peering into our holiday house through the window, hence weird reflection|
which you can read here in full if you're interested. This magazine became both our constant guide and a bit of an albatross around our necks. It was crammed with tempting things to do and just perfectly conceived to appeal to the sort of holidaymakers we are: a bit of everything -- vintage markets, art shows, restaurants, walks, design shops, book towns. We knew we'd never do it all but we tried to pick out the most tempting things to do. It became a bit obsessive, especially as we kept heading out to what sounded like the most exquisite places and finding them, well, just quite nice.We needed to recalibrate our expectations.
If we have a car when we're on holiday, we always enjoy just driving round taking in the landscape and stopping here and there. There were a lot of places to enjoy fika (coffee and cakes), the best of which was Olof Viktor's bakery and cafe just outside Ingelstorp. This really was an absolutely beautiful place with lots of little rooms to hide out in and gossip the afternoon away. Fantastic cakes too.
|one of the rooms at Olof Viktor's konditori|
|don't you think this could be straight out of an episode of Wallander too?|
I'm not giving you the blow-by-blow account of absolutely everything we did but I must tell you about the oggkaka. This was something else we picked out from the brochure. Brosarp on the east coast of Skane is the 'home of the oggkaka' or 'eggcake' and it was heartily recommended by the locals, so off we went. We got to the Brosarp Gastgifveri (inn or guesthouse) just in time for a late lunch and ordered the eggcake with bacon and lingonberries without a second thought. When it came it was gargantuan -- one eggcake the size of a hubcap between three of us (one of us cleverly ordered spaghetti bolognaise...). This photo in no way conveys the sheer mass of the thing:
We went to another beautiful, endless beach, at Sandhammaren, alas also affected by the smelly weed. I loved the lighthouse there:
|a hat, Sir?|
|at Ystad train station|