Day 26 – at Rörbäcks

Or day five in my mini Beaches of Bothnia tour, and a misty one at that, still and grey.

There’s a human-made rocky causeway out to a small island just close to us, so this morning we clambered over that, the dog considerably more gracefully than me, though at one stage he decided to bin it, and just swam across. I’ve said before, he doesn’t trust man-made structures.

People are packing up here. Today is the official end of the summer. Schools go back on Monday, and some already are. Campsites generally close, those this one stays open a bit longer. I guess the weather is expected to change, but who knows in these crazy times. Either way, there’s lots of residential caravans left around, which I think always looks scruffy, but few campers. We will leave tomorrow for something wilder, even slightly so. My purpose for being here is served.

By coincidence, the Swedish Migration Service called me today, wanting a scan of the stamp for entering the EU, which I sent immediately. The woman was dealing with my application then. At the fingerprinting, they had neglected to take this information. She was very helpful, and emailed back once she had got the scan to say the visa was granted, and would be posted out, so I expect it to arrive early next week… to this campsite. My plan is to stay local-ish, and return to collect it when Martin, the owner here, informs me it has arrived.

The afternoon was one of cleaning, the van exterior, and the drain pipe, which can accumulate some unpleasant smelling material. And of course, of reading, which received more than its original allocation of time due to the early finish at Lords…

And finally, a photo of the sort of camper I’ve come across occasionally in the last couple of years. You would be excused for thinking that with the cost of fuel, and the drive towards less emissions these things would be dying out. But no. They’re nearly always inhabited by Germans or Swiss..