Walking, walking…One of the last colourful days, I decided to walk along an old road I used to walk in my younger days – in the 1980’s. I had a friend living at the end of the road, and I believe she still is.
One of the old farms was in ruins due to a fire some years ago. The remains looks beautiful still.
Spindle and old fences – and of course a red farmhouse. Sweden is renowned for its red houses with white gables.Even bird houses have them…And Milo loved the stone fences – of course. He gets a nice treat when he is climbing up on top of something. Spoilt young man…So, Milo and I have a lot in common… many stones climbed and so many fences defied – this was a big part of being a child in a rural landscape. No playing indoors – always outdoors in the fresh air.No matter how much we tried – we still couldn’t conjure up the sleepy sun this day – but memories of childhood days danced like autumn leaves in the air. Golden and light as feathers. Today my grandfather was born, 117 years ago.
Milo always puts a big goofy smile on my face. I enjoyed your walk too. It’s a strange pleasure redoing walks you used to know well. I’ve enjoyed some of that this year, walking routes near home I haven’t ventured down for years.
Glad you like them, Ritva – we could walk together some day maybe! And yes, I did walk to the end of the road, but she was not at home. I asked a neighbour, and he said she still lived there. So – next time!
Thank you, Sue – and yes, we are no longer in touch. We have seen each other in the street or in a shop a couple of times, but that was a long time ago.
Leya 
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Thank you for taking us on such a beautiful walk
And thank you for coming along!
beautiful photos and narratives. lovely memories of long ago. 🙂
So glad you walked with me, Wilma!
Beautiful, both in words and photos.
Thank you, Amy. It was a heart warming walk, and sad as well.
Milo always puts a big goofy smile on my face. I enjoyed your walk too. It’s a strange pleasure redoing walks you used to know well. I’ve enjoyed some of that this year, walking routes near home I haven’t ventured down for years.
So not everythig is wasted this year 2020… only almost. Glad you enjoyed some of it as well!
What beautiful lanes and paths!
Glad you enjoyed them!
Leya, love these pictures, would love to walk there. Did you walk to the end of the roas to see your old friend
Glad you like them, Ritva – we could walk together some day maybe! And yes, I did walk to the end of the road, but she was not at home. I asked a neighbour, and he said she still lived there. So – next time!
It is funny how we sometimes loose touch with people without no reason.
Yes. This time we lost each other when we changed jobs both of us, and she had a child long before I had. That makes a great difference.
Nice countryside images. And, of course, Milo! 🙂
Haha- everything gets better with Milo in it!
Memories, memories…and some lovely images. You lost touch with the friend at the end of the road?
Thank you, Sue – and yes, we are no longer in touch. We have seen each other in the street or in a shop a couple of times, but that was a long time ago.
Okey doke
A wonderful outdoors child as was I. Embrace the world we are in and hope the others catch up one day
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Simply lovely! I can imagine you playing outdoors as a child 🙂 🙂
Those were the days – and I am grateful for them!
Beautiful photos in the autumn color palette, and the sun is in your memories. Regards 🙂
Thank you kindly! So lovely to hear from you – much appreciated.
What a beautifully evocative walk.
Beautiful images!
Thank you, happy to share them, Anne!
Lovely photos of this scenery. What a pleasant walk.
Glad you joined me, Anne – maybe Biasini would have liked it too.
I know he would have loved it.
Not only beautiful images, I appreciate the calm tone that matches the images. Thanks for sharing a bit of your beautiful countryside.
Thank you for your kind words, Frank!
Beautiful photos – such wonderful textures and colours. And memories.
Thank you, glad to share them, Jude. I guess I am reaching that age…where memories get even more important. Or it is this year and these times.