Unmistakable chill

This morning, there was an unmistakable autumn chill in the air. My colleague, who lives a few hundred kilometres inland, even had minus degrees so when I jumped into the waters of Nydalasjön for an afternoon swim I was prepared for something akin to the Norseman Triathlon. Thankfully, my wet suit turned out to still be sufficient to keep me warm so in the end it was not traumatic at all.

Back ashore, I made another chanterelle toast for dinner with some Spanish red wine. Tomorrow, I will spend all morning in Innertavle with the boys but hopefully I will be able to sneak away for a quick run around the local trail...