Another little local adventure. New trails, a new view, with new toys. Three hours of hot, sticky climbing after work took me over the other side, into pastures new. A different part of the city glowed below.
I gambled on cooking over wood above the tree-line and beat the house with a pocket full of birch bark and some foraging for dead twigs. I had one esbit up my sleeve though. Just in case. Lying in the soft, warm heather, sharing my attention between the sunset and the fire, I ran out of time doing very little. The embers of the sunset burned way past midnight.
In the morning I was chased out of town by low cloud that pursued me to the city limits. I packed up quick but the cloud was quicker.
I found refuge on higher ground for six hours of quiet wandering but in the end I had to go home. Down into the murk. Into the rain.
Only a few days until Sweden. All of a sudden it's just around the corner. There is still much to do.
"Woe to you oh Earth and Sea for the Devil sends his beast with wrath and he knows time is short"