We had my parents' summer house alone for one week. One day Annica (Mikael's mother), Daniel (Mikael's brother) and Izabella (Mikael's niece) came to pay us a visit. First we had a Swiss-roll made of a huge thick pancake and mincemeat sauce and then we went to the beach for a walk. Manuel was very alert, spotted something that he thought was worth hunting, but it turned out to be a self-driven lawn-mower. 

One day we went to Båstad. Båstad is a really really busy small village,  a few weeks per year, the rest of the year, not that much is happening, even though they try to plan events during the whole year. This week was the last before the summer-restaurants and similar were to shut down. Next week-end it was time for the annual "bartömning". Meaning all drinks are very very cheap since they want to get rid of as much liquor as possible before shutting down the bar. We decided not to join...

Well we ordered two hot sausages, and one ordinary (for Manuel) and then we took a walk along the beach. The next-coming days one could notice something was "going on" regarding the weather - tough wind and a lot of clouds moving fast.

We decided to go to the Lagan stream-mouth and check-out the beach. On the way from the parking we could see that the meadow that usually follows the river towards the sea, now was all covered in sea-water. The sand hit us in the face like a whip, the wind grabbed us and tried to toss us around. I was worried for Manuel, but I could see that he was heavy enough. There was hardly no beach left, we had to walk the drift hills. Mother nature showed her strength indeed.