At Bit Bedraggled

If there is one thing I can tell you about Swedish summer, it’s this: once it starts raining, it never stops. Midsummer’s Eve is on Friday, and the classic scenario is that the table is set for eating outside. Once everyone is seated, it starts raining, and people run inside with the herring, new potatoes and everything else. Just in time for the strawberry cake the sun comes out and everyone moves outside, just in time for a new shower.

So this is me after my rather wet afternoon walk. I still haven’t had that face shave...