Hovs hallar

 

Drinking coffee from my orange Santa Cruz mug, I am struck by the fact that I am much more familiar with the Central Coast in California than with our own stretch of coast here at home. To give just one example, I have never been to Hovs Hallar (where the blueberries are from), despite it being only fifty kilometres away and renowned for its natural beauty.

As I look towards the autumn, I hope to make up for my lack of local geographical knowledge. There are still so many places along the Halland and Skåne coast that I have never properly explored, and my run to Båstad alone gave me a couple of new favourites. For now, I am happy to put dreams of distant shores on hold. Still, it is unusual for me not to have a single trip to look forward to (Stockholm for work in September does not really count, lovely as it is), and with plenty of miles expiring later this year, something tells me that I will come up with something before long.