Island Storm
The wind is howling, and the stormy seas are rough. I’m worried the glass windows might not hold. I’ve never experienced a storm like this. This morning I woke up to one bin rolling across the driveway and another toppled over in the garden. Trash everywhere! Thank goodness I was up at 7am to clean it up. My neighbour, Christina, was peeking out the window. Oh dear!
Today is a big day because I planned to see my Mum. I haven’t seen her in years. After a difficult past, I decided to put it behind me and open my heart again. I was nervous about driving across the bridge in case the car got tossed around, but I was determined to meet her. I made it to the mainland and drove south toward Särö where she was staying. Another beautiful island on the west coast of Sweden. This place is very special because it’s where I grew up as a child. I lived in a cute little house on an inlet with Mum and Dad. Krokaviksvägen. I remember!
On the drive down, I spotted some beautiful horses. The landscape here is very different from the island. Less rock, more of the stereotypical Sweden with fir trees and fjords.
Here are some pictures of the storm and my drive south.
