We're now in the land of many Volvos and blue/yellow flags.
Bright sparkly sea as we crossed from Denmark to Sweden. There's always a frisson of anticipation arriving in a new country. Will the natives be friendly? How do we get any Swedish krona? Where's the cycle path?
We've cycled into a headwind all day with the sea on our left. Sometimes Oak woods, sometimes Mediterranean looking pine. Wheat fields and, surprise,a few little vineyards. Who knew?
I cycle along unable to resist the urge to sing Abba songs.
Wild camping in the dunes overlooking the Baltic Sea again.
What's for supper? Meatballs of course.
Mama Mia, here we go again. My, my, how can I resist you....
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