Ängelholm hadn’t been my first choice when choosing a stop on our Swedish fly-drive. I’d rather fancied staying in Båstad, the tennis capital of Sweden, where the Open is played in early July. Truth be told,...
Mum’s Gone to Sweden: In search of the elusive Klitterhus
A sunny morning in Trollhättan, and a final hearty breakfast by way of Albert’s Kok (right, must stop the double entendres) before our journey to find the elusive Klitterhus (oops, done it again). We...
Mum’s Gone to Sweden: Getting a soaking on the Bohuslän coast
We didn’t think we would see any of the famous Bohuslän coast during our trip round Sweden. We had promised ourselves that maybe we would travel to this part another time. But it dawned...
Mum’s gone to Sweden: Hotels with rude-sounding names.
“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” Dougie declared, looking up from the sheaf of papers I’d given him a few months ago, detailing our holiday itinerary for Sweden. “Did what on purpose?” “The third...
Mum’s gone to Sweden: Hooray for Trollywood
In the 1980s there was a cute car sticker for SAAB cars which said, “Made in Trollhättan by trolls.” The assembly plant closed down in 2011 but Trollhättan remains an industrial town. Which makes...
Mum’s gone to Sweden: Lighthouse Family
“It’s undisturbable the peace we found In a bright new space up above the clouds… …you and I forever, baby, lifted, lifted…” Lifted, Lighthouse Family, 1995 I...
Mum’s gone to Sweden: Face to Face with The Big Brown Bear
“Have you got the paper counterpart to your driving licence?” I asked Dougie. “No, I don’t have one.” “What do you mean, you don’t have one?” “When I lost my old paper licence a...
Living it up on a luxury yacht
+++++ Warning! This blog post contains lots of bragging ++++++++ As you may remember, I am a finalist in this year’s Mad Blog Awards, the results of which will be revealed at a ceremony...