Journey: Sven Jons Udde – Halmstad – Varberg – Fjaras – Hovs Haller
Ah what a soggy day but I still love the sound of the rain on the van roof – it’s never as bad outside as it sounds.
We were warned there is a lot more driving between things in Sweden and so we haven’t seen as many obvious little towns to stop in. Instead I plan our route based on which Google attractions look nice to me…This often has us going into the wilds and Mark suggests finding somewhere closer. Our first stop was Picasso Park in Halmstad…It’s tiny with a cool sculpture next to the road…But as a bonus the town has a food market on and we found a lovely bakery to feed our sourdough habit.
Back from our wet walk I drove on to Varberg. The rain made the coastline even more dramatic, and as we walked along the promenade we realised we had arrived on race day. Not the nicest weather to be running 10k in, but they were pushing through it.
In Sweden I managed to find a British castle… It’s called Tjolöholm castle but we would call it a mansion or country estate. As we are both useless at navigation we walked the longest route possible and at the end realised we had parked only a few hundred yards from the castle and should have turned right rather than left to begin with. Still we saw some nice views of cows and stretched the legs.
Our camp spot for the night is Hovs Haller nature reserve, and we are 1 of 8 campers who had the same idea to park here. Mark is especially chuffed we are the only UK van and it’s fair to say is been weeks since we saw another UK motorhome.
After dinner, I totally slumped and woke 2.5hours later. Markles then lured me out of bed to walk the dogs and it was so pretty – the setting sun just catching the back of the clouds and a new moon. Mabel went into sniff overdrive on the hunt for something…It’s amazing watching our typically slow waddler become so engrossed and animated. She sniffed out some friendly sheep and is now curled up on the sofa fast asleep.
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