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The Londoner » Picnic in the Snow, SwedenPicnic in the Snow, Sweden – The Londoner





Much of our time at The Treehotel was spent chilling.

The sun sets not long after lunch and it gets dark fast. Leaving you with nothing to but cosy up beside the fire or snuggle up in your treehouse with a good book, watching flurries of snow caught in shafts of cool moonlight outside. (If you’re looking for a good book, I read this one and loved it.)

It’s a funny thing but having so few hours of daylight available, means you really make the most of them.

Keen to do just that and to see a little more of the surrounding winter wonderland, we set off on an adventure.

Begrudgingly waving goodbye to the treetops…

… and heading out into the unknown, with a picnic, flasks of hot tea, coffee and chocolate (you can never be too prepared!) and a never ending playlist of 70s classics.

Through the eerie mists of the late sunrise.

And into the sugar dusted dream world that is Northern Sweden.

We set our sights on a nature reserve about an hour away, but didn’t get far before having to pull over and explore increasingly spectacular landscapes.

^ Cabin fever!

We drove through surreally beautiful spaces, some that didn’t even feel close to being real.

Everything made that little bit more awe-inspiring by the faint light.

I don’t know if I’ve ever been anywhere so deafeningly quiet.

Every cabin we passed I wanted to stop beside, move into and never leave!

 

Sorel coat

Fair Isle jumper

World’s warmest leggings

Faux fur ski boots

We continued on through Candyland, mindful of our ticking clock counting down to sunset.

And finally passed into Storforsen.

Home to Europe’s biggest rapids.

Quite terrifying there are, too!

A mass of angry, green, blue, deep, writhing water.

Peering over the edge it’s tough not to get a sense of vertigo and feel pulled to fall head first into the middle, never to be seen again.

Oh, it’s also freezing.

I mean so. so. cold.

The wind picks up the spray and flings it onto you as ice, cutting into your cheeks, turning your hair and eyelashes to icicles.

So naturally we decided to find a spot a little further downstream for our picnic!

Cosying up beside each other with a pot of coffee for him, a pot of hot chocolate for me.

And one of the most spectacular views you could ever ask for.

We stuck around for a little while, keeping our eyes peeled for wildlife.

Though this is as close as we got…

…I guess we otter come back another time.

Soon the sky started to turn its Swedish candyfloss pink, and we took it as a sign to head off.

Racing the setting sun home.

Back to our little house in the trees.

Warm, inviting and made extra cosy with leftover cocoa.

I think I could get used to life in the wilderness.

How about you? Wood cabin life appeal?

 

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