I don’t mind admitting yesterday was one of those tough days everyone experiences on long walks
Sitting in a deserted restaurant after a wet day on the trail knowing that the night will be spent in an equally deserted hostel, will dampen the spirits of any traveller
But then: I get invited to take Fica ( afternoon tea with coffee and cake) with two inspirational young women who are trying to help local people reap the benefits of tourism in this beautiful part of the country
Their website hires local people as Friends. You can play golf, go fishing or head into the forest and pick berries and mushrooms and learn where the bears and moose live. In total safety.
And this morning was just as rewarding
Walking down a lonely road I met three Syrian refugees. Young lads who were friendly and full of life. One gave me a friendship bracelet to wear on the journey (more about refugees here in another post)
I was bragging about my long distance walk but then shut my big mouth when they told me they walked here from Greece
Then I bumped into a Swedish international skiier out for a short walk.
Then I crossed longest wooden bridge in Swden (130 metres) and ate breakfast in the forest surrounded by mounds which housed the graves of iron age farmers
I’ve had worse days I guess.