No place revives my soul like this place.
As I type the girls are out walking and picking raspberries with their Bestemor. Jonas lies here, his little legs kicking, being amused by his Bestefar and I'm sitting typing this, thinking we'll head for a walk as soon as the boy is ready for his next nap. The overhead cloud looks a little ominous, so we best not hang around.
Fresh air at its finest.