Golden Hour on the Swedish West Coast.

I spent the weekend up in my family's holiday house on the coast. I've started coming up there more and more during winter in the last couple of years, and I dare to say that it can sometimes be even better in February than July.

Okay, so don't freak out, I said sometimes - alright? The weather on Sunday was crisp, sunny and perfectly still. I wandered around the empty docks and harbour in my most slow, granny:esk pace ever, enjoyed the warm sunshine shining on my winter pale skin while listening to a podcast.

Whatever did we do on long solo walks before podcasts? Were we actually alone with room to think, reflect and clear our minds? Scary thought!

Anyway, since you weren't there, I'll let you in on some of the stunning views I had. How nice am I?