My other car is a Pinzgauer
I can’t say that Älmhult is representative of Sweden as I haven’t had much experience of other towns yet. It’s certainly unlike anywhere I’ve lived before.
Take this chosen mode of transport as an example.
Every day it’s parked behind the IKEA store. At first I thought the Army were doing a drill, but the months have worn on and there it sits every day, the flower window stickers suggesting images of peace fighters or lipstick lieutenants.
I’ve never seen the owner, and that’s ok. The point is this: this is Älmhult and there’s no place like it.
The contract arrived in the post today, last post before Christmas. So that’s it.
No more freelance London life. In about five weeks we’ll be moving toÄlmhult in southern Sweden for a brand new adventure.
I’ll be writing for IKEA Comms and Hunter will be going to one of the local Swedish nurseries and learning the language at breakneck speed no doubt.
I’m trying to prepare myself for how cold it will be but it’s difficult to do when London seems to think that spring is here this week. We visited at the end of November (one week before the snow arrived) and the town’s Christmas tree had just been lit up.
If you’re looking for a point of scale, that bright light at the centre bottom is Hunter’s reflective jacket bouncing back the camera flash. I’ve got no idea how tall the tree is but Hunter’s about 1 metre so safe to say the tree is hellish tall.
So that’s it. That’s our news. Merry Christmas to you all, try not to have tree envy.