After the rocky beginning of our relationship, me and Fårö
are getting along fine. Breakfast was to
be served at 9am, but the sun decided it should start the day at 3:30am… luckily I was able to ignore it for another
hour – and then for another 2 hours, so eventually I started moving at
6:30. Thankfully I have my own coffee
and filter and even had milk in the fridge too!
So pottered around having a snack because there was no way I was going
to survive without something till 9am.
So I went for a walk down along the beach and saw the usual
beachcombers – shelducks, seagulls, terns and pied oyster catchers. Heard robin-redbreast chinking away in the
juniper shrubs and of course sädersäla was there trotting around catching all
those mossies before they caught me! I
discovered the funny sewage smell of this place – its either the usual seaweed
or an algal bloom – but its yellow-greenish sludge along the beach and it
smells a bit rank!!
Breakfast was really a special thing! So beautifully presented – I had to come back
and get my camera! And the addition of
1930’s American swing music it was most enjoyable and well worth the wait.
So a rest day, but not totally. I should just go for a small pedal, which
turned into 50km of dawdling along – so much easier going without the wobbly
panniers. Went out to the limestone stacks
which the northeast coast line is famous for and was a bit peed off when a
tourist bus arrived… what must it be
like in the Season!! I had actually been
thinking of jumping on a tour myself, but realised that they all start in
Visby! Nothing happens in Fårösund!!
So I then pedalled back along the coast road along (yep
there is more than one road), found a sheltered cove to sit and have my cheese
sandwiches and watch the pied oystercatcher young pester their parents no
end…. Btw – got bombed again by those
pesky terns – they were nesting alongside the road to the Stacks and a helmet
really comes in handy – it was pecky at my helmet, but no-way as rough as a
magpie!
Came back to the Fårö church – apparently Ingmar Bergman is
buried there and by the busload of young tourists I could guess where it was,
but as I have only seen one of his movies – the only impression left was a dark
and depressing theme – I didn’t feel the urge to go and stand by his graveside
and pretend that I knew anything about him…. Neither did I stop at the museum
on the way back here…
I had to zink back to Fårösund to buy some food for tonight
as nothing is open on the island…. Well,
there is nowhere to buy food and those places that might sell ice-cream are
even shut…. It was only 8km and no wind and I managed to join the end of the
queue as they were boarding the ferry!
Grabbed some stuff for tea – haloumi, peas, baby potatoes
(unwashed and just yanked from their mother’s roots!) an onion, a couple of
tomatoes and a small capsicum – real food for a change! Oh and a Gotlands Bryggeri – Best Bitter –
Sleeping Bulldog – 3.5% beer (bought at the supermarket). So all should be well for tonight.
Wow, some stunning piccies there Ms Chris.
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