Annelie Pompe blogg


I slipped into the kayak as I slip into a pair of soft jeans. I was closer to the sea. I paddled out, even closer. It was quiet and peaceful. I was happy. But something was different. It took a while before I realized what it was; the sea didn’t smell like sea. It smelled of flowers. The islands in the Swedish archipelago are blooming with flowers of colours and fragrances. I… Läs mer