Strandspring deluxe

Leaving my laptop behind, I took bus 350 up to Haverdal Nature Reserve known for its “trolltallar” and tall sand dunes. 

Running south along the beach, I got a bit of that TKN-feeling even as the salt in the air made it perfectly clear that I was not running along the shores of the Baltic.

Once in Tylösand, I stopped for a sports drink before following “Prins Bertils stig” back to Halmstad. Though a few months late for the rhododendron, I passed through a lot of rose hip, which for some reason always reminds me of my early childhood. Now at the hotel, I will spend the evening preparing my upcoming lectures.