It was with great sadness that we got up to leave Stockholm on Saturday. Mira was there at the bus garage to give us a goodbye hug and we were off. On the way to Skavska I kept an eye out for wildlife and was rewarded by seeing a roe deer munching on the grass verge.
At the airport after passing through the mercyfully quick security (no nonsense with shoes huzzah)we discovered that the area was in the grip of its annual Rhubarb Festival

Ignorant city boy that I am I didn't realise that Rhubarb is so versatile and you can even make rhubarb cocktails

However at nearly a tenner I thought I'd stick to the beer.
Now thanks to the Daily Mail's British government's refusal to treat us as adult Europeans we had to wait to be processed through the Swedish border before boarding our flight home unlike those happy folks on their way to Italy or Spain, but at least it did afford us the amusement of watching the Swedish border cops strolling through the airport in their combat fatigues swinging their datestamps in a heroic mannner.
The flight back was OK but at just over two hours in those seats I was was well pleased to get off. Typically when we got to the new expensively branded (with our tax money) UK Border there was a huge queue while passports were examined in great detail by now the expensively uniformed (with our tax money) UK Border Police.
Now I'd like to see the UK join the Schengen countries so we can travel without all this rubbish just like the Germans, French, Swedes and other Europeans can. Sweden can manage this with its generous social security system so why can't we?