Heaven and Helgar
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Dear reader, there are some places and moments in life which one can never forget. One of those unexpected little gems occured today. Having tired somewhat of the 59 city, (as opposed to the City and my City) I decided to take the advice of a colleague, and this morning at 09.30, I did mostly set foot on Cinderella to be whisked, and I do mean whisked, to the Southern end of the archipeligo on which I currently reside.
Any end up... much delightful scenery where, it seems, most of the inhabitants of 59 north City have also purchased a small island. There are, after all, 24000 islands to choose from and I do believe I whisked past at least half of them. Each island seems to have one or two red painted wooden houses, set amongst pine trees with a beach, a boat and a flag. After a thorough whisking we fetched up at Sandhamn. (Yes dear reader if in doubt with Swedish spelling, add a randomn "n" or two and ssprinklen every wordn with "ss" and thatsss aboutn it) Sandhamn is a lovely fishing village. Well, it was. Now it's a tourist trappen. However, if one wanders slightly away from the prom tiddly om, there is the most marvellous bakery ever. Bar none. Name your favourite, and I'll raise it!
It's small, rustic, and smells.....absolutely nothing like I've ever smelt before. I ordered a butty, a pastrinakken, and a pastrinakken. Well, I can't remember every little detail, but when I sat outside and ate them..... I did think the bakery at the end of the universe would be pretty much like this one. So there. I've discovered the Elysian bakery.
Plus, I've got a read red nose from sitting on Cinderella all day.
And, I want to get a little red house on an island where I shall dwell in peace and watch Cinderellas full of tourisstnen going past. Occasionally, to the sound of Wagner's Tannhauser, Helgar will drop by, dressed in a traditional frock, bedecked with flowers, loaves and pastrinakken and all harmony shall be temporarily moved to this life, before the Gods spot it and bring down floooden and pesstillencen and most likely (like the office) a spot of lightning.
Hey ho.
Any end up... much delightful scenery where, it seems, most of the inhabitants of 59 north City have also purchased a small island. There are, after all, 24000 islands to choose from and I do believe I whisked past at least half of them. Each island seems to have one or two red painted wooden houses, set amongst pine trees with a beach, a boat and a flag. After a thorough whisking we fetched up at Sandhamn. (Yes dear reader if in doubt with Swedish spelling, add a randomn "n" or two and ssprinklen every wordn with "ss" and thatsss aboutn it) Sandhamn is a lovely fishing village. Well, it was. Now it's a tourist trappen. However, if one wanders slightly away from the prom tiddly om, there is the most marvellous bakery ever. Bar none. Name your favourite, and I'll raise it!
It's small, rustic, and smells.....absolutely nothing like I've ever smelt before. I ordered a butty, a pastrinakken, and a pastrinakken. Well, I can't remember every little detail, but when I sat outside and ate them..... I did think the bakery at the end of the universe would be pretty much like this one. So there. I've discovered the Elysian bakery.
Plus, I've got a read red nose from sitting on Cinderella all day.
And, I want to get a little red house on an island where I shall dwell in peace and watch Cinderellas full of tourisstnen going past. Occasionally, to the sound of Wagner's Tannhauser, Helgar will drop by, dressed in a traditional frock, bedecked with flowers, loaves and pastrinakken and all harmony shall be temporarily moved to this life, before the Gods spot it and bring down floooden and pesstillencen and most likely (like the office) a spot of lightning.
Hey ho.
posted by Mark Life @ 9:55 PM
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