|The 'busy' road|
|Sun rise day before yesterday|
|My mother with some of her produce - I love her Marimekko wellies!|
Two days ago I wasn't so thankful for my step-father's ability to welcome his guests, as my head was thumping after the first of (I predict) many parties during our stay here. But today we were all feeling a little sharper.
So this evening my stepfather asked husband and daughter if they'd like to go with him to pick up nets he'd placed just off the shore by the sauna cottage earlier. 'Don't think we'll get any, though,' he said and got onto his bike, closely followed by husband and daughter. After about half an hour daughter ran into the house shouting, 'We've got at least 15!'
|The fishing party is off|
'Oh oh,' said my step-father. He's a typical fisherman. 'I wanted four or five, not this many!' I could see what he meant; getting the awkward slippery things out of the nets with a poor eyesight wasn't easy. Luckily husband helped. When all were freed, we counted 17. 'Jävlar också!' said my step-father.
|A tricky task|
|Truly fresh fish|
|I cannot wait to taste the home-smoked abborre - don't they look delicious?|