When approaching my town from the sea, ships must first navigate through the archipelago.
|Storm clouds gathering over the archipelago|
There are 830 islands: some are little more than bare rocks sticking out of the sea, others have been home to farmers and fishermen for hundreds of years. Today, the islands are home to about 4000 people but the population increases to about 30,000 at this time of year, when holiday-makers occupy their summerhouses.
The air is fresh with the saltiness of the sea and the hardy vegetation struggles valiantly to survive in, this often, harsh climate.
When approaching by air, the islands appear to float in a silken sea
|Flying over the archipelago on a sunny evening|
and then, we reach the mainland and here is my home town.
In the early years it clutched the riverbanks
but today, it has expanded in every direction.
|I can see The Doll House down there|
Home again and the Dronning Ingrid geraniums are blooming
and all is well in the secret garden.
It is good to be back home,
feel the warmth of the summer sun
with the earth beneath my feet.