A few weeks ago, while we were up in Värmland, Sebastian and I sought out quiet lakes to fish at. The roads – well, the dirt tracks! – in the forests surrounding Hagfors weren’t signposted, so Sebastian had to rely on memory and, when he could get reception on his phone, his Dad’s directions as to which way to go.
After a few wrong turns, we ended up where we wanted to be. The peace was beautiful. After the busyness of the lake here in Borås, it was such a relief to only have nature for company.
I tried my hand at fishing for the first time, and though I didn’t catch anything, I was proud of the fact that I managed to get my worm out into the water without loosing it in a tree branch.
I could wander these roads for the rest of time. I was always eagerly anticipating what would appear around the next corner.
The weather in Värmland was bitterly cold with spots of rain. So it was hard to get truly relaxed as we waited at the side of the lake for a bite. But the views made up for it.
While I prefer to see wood in its true form, I have a little bit of an obsession with beautifully assembled log piles. This, for me, is art.
I will never tire of stumbling across ramshackled builds in the forest. I just wish that I had peeped behind the door and into the darkness of this abandoned outbuilding. Who knows what I may have seen inside.
I was vegetarian for thirteen years, and have been eating meat again for about two. Despite the fact that I’m a meat eater, I still struggled a little with my emotions when Sebastian had to pierce the worm with the fish hook. I need to work on this sensitivity.
Sebastian found some leeches at the water’s edge that were as big as dogs. This monster didn’t even stop it’s feast when he was scooped up.
While Sebastian tried to get a catch, I spent some time meandering the edge of the forest. The feeling you get in the forests of Värmland is entirely different to the feeling you experience in the forests here in the South.
The ancient landscape provides homes to moose (some albino moose have been sighted in these parts), bears and wolves, so it’s only natural to feel a little bit on edge when stepping off the path. But I cherished every riveting second.