Monday.

Ann's just taken the tiddlers swimming, so I have a few minutes to spare for a blog. Having just read that sentence I can see that the first part is a bit ambivelant, so had better make it clear that when I say tiddlers of course I mean two of the granddaughters, Tuva and Freja. We came into town yesterday evening with Ruth and the girls. Lasse stayed on at the farm as today is the first day of the elk shooting season. Last year he shot a cow and a yearling calf, which was , I should think, enough to keep the whole village in red meat for about a year, especially as the village consists of Ruth's farm and five other small farmhouses (none of which can be seen from Ruth's). It's lovely meat, Elk. Red, lean, rich, and very slightly 'gamey'. Makes the mouth water, what ? Tomorrow we set off south early, so will soon be home, when normal service will be resumed. More then, with explanatory photies we hope. Till then - Warm regards, Mike and Ann.