At 6am this morning we waved goodbye to farfar (grandpa) and to our summer village. Two hours later it was time to wave goodbye to Marta; she will spend the coming week in Denmark with Mathilde and her family.
Terje and I are on the road all day, on our way north to one of our beloved wooden hotels.
It is a sunny, HOT day, and blogging in the car makes me slightly sick. I'll let the photos give you the words to this post.
Near my summer village there are new things to see and explore every day. I am already making a list for next year.
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Thank for your comments to yesterday's post. I love your ideas.
AngelaD, I never saw the angel untill your mentioned it, now I see it clearly. Thank you so much.
To you all, the farm, is not a miniature, it is a real farm, though a quite small one. Real people lived here for generations.
