Midsummer in the north. Wether was nice as long as it snowed rather than rained.
The cottage we rented was full of dead animals, mostly grouse.
On the third day there we went to Norway but got tired of driving just after we passed the border. Stopped at a camping to see if we could have some coffee, talked to one of the employees who said We only serve coffee in the summer, none of us questioned her. There was limping dog (pictured below) and a dog with a bad eye. The mountains in Norway were noticeably nicer than their swedish counterparts.
Back in Älmhult: