Norrnäs

Having duly celebrated Valborg in Gyltige, Johanna and I filled her car with all possible camping gear and drove across the border into Kronoberg for a night on the shores of Bolmen. As Sweden’s twelfth largest lake, it almost felt like being at the sea, and through the night we could hear flocks of geese flying overhead.

Going swimming with Caia, Bolmen’s icy 36-metre depths proved a stark contrast to the sunny skies above. Before heading back, we got to check out the remains of the 13th-century fortification of “Piksborg”, the former narrow-gauge railway line between Halmstad and Karlshamn, and, most lovely of all, the beech-clad peninsula of Norrnäs udde stretching out into the lake.