Wreck

On my way home today, I stopped to let the dog out at a beach near Simrishamn, and found this boat. The process of decay has gone far - the grass is growing through the bottom, and I doubt it will ever sail again.

I feel better today. Either it´s the whiskey that helped, or it´s pure joy of coming home again!

I love to live here! Every time I come home , I feel priviliged. The views I spot while driving through the landscape, the house - cold at first - then I lit a fire and can sit there for hours watching, with a good wine and some music...

So - to hell with the cost, and all the driving, and the loneliness I sometimes feel - this is my perfect place to live!