Journey – Lake Mogsjön – Högbergfaltet Nature Reserve – Mora – Storstupet – Helvetesvallet
This morning I saw a lovely meme that summed up so many of our days. We are so lucky to be living this life, living simply, enjoying nature and each other – I hope to continue for as long as possible.
Trying to find my running legs once more I started my day with a gentle 2 mile jog through the forest…this is time I would typically be in bed but it feels good to be up and about, though I’m staying up later in the evenings to snuggle with the pups as feel a little guilty for leaving them.
Our first walk was at Högbergfaltet Nature Reserve which is an old iron mining area. It’s amazing how quickly nature has taken over the stone buildings and shafts. There was a tall watch tower overlooking the beautiful lake and a small herd of cows guarding the bridge who suggested we find an alternate route – which we did.
We had been tempted to drive to Dalhalla amphitheatre which looks amazing – it’s a concert venue within a lime quarry but unless attending a concert you can’t get in…and Mark didn’t fancy listening to New Order tomorrow night, so instead we drove on to Mora. It’s a nice little town with decorated donkeys as it’s motif which was nice and random. Mark wouldn’t let Ernest play in the fountain, he really does love water features 😂 We had a coffee and got chatting to a local couple who quizzed us on English politics…they think us Brits are barmy with the whole Brexit/Boris malarky. I personally agree, it’s caused so much division.
We had two further walks planned. On arriving at Storstupet we realised it was too steep for the pups and Mark is very nervous of cliff edges so we went alone. I did one of my best handstands as close to the edge as Mark would allow and braved walking on the railway bridge. Although a wide enough path the inch gaps between planks are really unnerving when you are so high!
The second walk was close by at Helvetesvallet, where we are camped for the night. The pups joined us for a scramble down to the waterfall and over the bridge but I didn’t feel it was safe for them to go further. Ernest is not fased by anything…I suppose he is like a child and fearless. The evenings entertainment was Mark asking me to cut his hair. When leaving Norwich his hairdresser had advised an 8 level on his beard trimmer all over…so that’s what I did. I gasped and said oh god after the first few strokes…are you sure he said 8?! Mark couldn’t see it until all finished and is still smiling, though his hair is so light you can hardly see it and he has never had it this short in his life. It’s going to take some getting used to but at least it’s low maintenance and it will soon grow 😂 I’m not going to do the same with mine 😜
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