I really shouldn’t complain about work, and I won’t go in to the tedious bits of if, I’m actually, in part, getting paid to watch the sun set and rise over the archipelago outside of Göteborg. On a clear day, night and morning it’s really a beautiful sight. The mirror-like water reflecting the forest, all black with just silhouettes both sharp and fluffy, in front of a pink sky, and as you tilt your head backwards the pink turns yellow, turns light blue, dark blue and eventually, having turned myself half a century round, staring into the black with twinkling stars. I really can’t get enough of that picture. The sound of water, ever so lightly, ever so softly, rolling in over the rocks, clicking and clucking away. The smell, or more scent, of salt water and warm night. There really isn’t many places like the northern west coast of Sweden.