The Way Home

Doesn't it just call you to take your kicksled down the hill? It is our village road down from the Rumar Mountain, locally second highest point in the archipelago, over 30 metres above the sea-level...

The mountain was one of the first places to stand up from the sea after the latest ice-age 10 000 years ago, and that's way also an early stop for the boats sailing by. The scenary reminds of the one in Lapland with its dry and low flora - for example these ancient pines that look like bonzai-trees.

A land-mark for the boat people of today is the tower used by the weathermen.

Old legends tell about ghosts, witches executed there, horses who couldn't take their sledges up the hill - nor can I cycle my bike but I don't think that depends on the spirits?

Our home village is about 10 km from the centre of the island Korppoo and the church, Kyrkbyn. There is only one other family besides us living the year around but plenty of villa owners and summer cottage people.

It is a lovely country road through forest and fields and almost daily we can see a white-tailed eagle or must brake in front of a deer or an elk...

Always when coming home I get the same feeling of relief and joy. The last curves of our village road down from Rumar Mountain and there it is, our farm and home Pellas.

What do you do first thing at home? I put the kettle on and have a nice cup of assam!