Midsummer's eve.  I love it.  I love everything about it - the golden sunlight bathing everything in the evening.  The smell of honey wafting from the field, the wildflowers of all colours and shapes in glorious profusion, the wild strawberries you can eat straight from the field.  The songs, the traditions, the gathering of like-minded souls, some old friends, others people I've never met.  Jem the fire master setting up awesome burning rafts, cartwheels, posts.  The...

My family  haven't equipped me for the realities of life.  From my early days I remember my mum "shooing" big huntsman spiders from our bedrooms with the use of a broom.  When there was an ant colony that established itself near our pool, we put in a structure to help the drowning ants hop out of the pool.  The occasional mouse that entered our place was caught via a "bowl balanced on a toothpick with a bit of cheese" trap - you know, where the mouse pulls the cheese and toothpick...

Last week we were in Stockholm celebrating a Very Significant Birthday, and meeting some Very Special Guests.  We ended up in a museum, of course - the Nordic Museum - where we pored over beautiful examples of folk art. Ok, so the last photo is of a contemporary piece instead of made-on-the-farm handcraft.  You could buy it in the museum shop.  We did not, on account of the price.  But one can always dream... Stockholm metro is a bit of a treat, the stations have been...