Ferry in ice

Last Sunday when we were having a walk by the sea, the weather was so lovely we stayed longer than planned. Ok, I admit we started out rather late in the afternoon as it often happens and I can’t say it’s not my fault. Anyway, on our way to the car after sunset it was still so light we spotted a cruise ferry returning from Stockholm.

I’ve been meaning to go and have a closer look at a ferry pushing through ice towards the harbour ever since we moved here, even more so since last summer when we were watching the incoming and outgoing ferries daily from the shore of the cottage (my post here). But it’s been either too dark or too cold for such an outing. Now the conditions were right and we were already in the neighbourhood. Naturally, we hurried to wait for the ship in the park by the strait through which the ferries glide towards the estuary of the river Aura.

We had made some preparations for a nice dinner that evening but it was takeaway from the Chinese restaurant across the street instead. No big deal, we just let the pork fillet soak in the marinade overnight and had our Sunday dinner with wine on Monday. Aren’t we happy to live downtown with all these easy solutions to allow spontaneous changes in your plans. We couldn’t even dream of any such options in the little village with no services whatsoever where we lived before. I think in your sixties you totally deserve the luxury to be able to improvise as often as you like. In my opinion, it’s almost your duty to do so when you finally can.