My Wedding (Part Two – Magic in the Forest)

A few days ago I posted about my recent wedding to the love of my life, Linnéa, who I met through this very blog on opposite sides of the world so many moons ago. In that post I explained roughly how we created our wedding and used a few photos from our phones to help show snippets of the day.

However, before we even got married, we shot off into a beautiful Swedish forest to take some professional photos of us in our wedding gear. We were extremely lucky as we managed to get the perfect photographer – Jessica Silversaga, a blogger and photographer from Stockholm with some seriously amazing style! Linnéa had been following her for years online so this was really a dream come true for her, and, as I would soon discover, for me too.

I’m going to just show a few of my favourite photos from that session, but if you want to see more photos from this shoot head to her blog here and while you’re there check out her other posts – she really is incredible! I’m not going to say much more, because these pictures say a lot more than any words ever could. So just enjoy!

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What do you think? Are we lucky or what?!

My Wedding (Part One)

Moments after we were married.

Moments after we were married. Very happy.

As I briefly explained last time in this post, I got married a couple of months ago. Although we still have many photos to grab off friends and family, we have a few photos and we also have the professional ones that have come in from our amazing photographer. So this post will focus more on our own photos (so far), while the next one will include some of the photos from our shoot in the forest (which, without blowing my own trumpet, looked a bit magical). When we get the other photos, there may be a part three to this (but that is a maybe).

Our wedding was an odd one from the start. We decided to get married just a few months before, and the wedding planning was done in one night about two weeks before the big day itself. We decided to have a small wedding of about 30 people, and a few months earlier we bought our rings and our clothes, perhaps the most expensive parts of the whole thing. To bring the cost down, and also to have greater control of our own wedding, we decided to do everything ourselves. Linnéa was in charge of the decorations, I was in charge of the food, together we worked on the music, guests and seating arrangements. We were surprisingly calm.

Her cousin looks concerned, she herself looks in control, I look more baffled than I am. Yes, I am wearing a Monty Python t-shirt.

Her cousin looks concerned, she herself looks in control, I look more baffled than I am. Yes, I am wearing a Monty Python t-shirt.

Fast forward to two days before our wedding, and I at least was in meltdown wondering how we were ever going to manage to get everything done on time. Fast forward again to the day before, and it all sort of magically came together. Well, I say magically, but it was not without a lot of help and a few minor setbacks. I had my two friends from Australia arrive, whom we pulled straight into the kitchen to help me cook and prepare the food (a mixture of different roasts, stews and other things that would taste better after soaking in the flavour overnight and reheating or cooking the next day). However, my three main dishes each lacked one ingredient. Linnéa also needed some

You can see some of the moss there - my memory tells me there was a lot more added in the end. The tables were very full on the day, at any rate.

You can see some of the moss there – my memory tells me there was a lot more added in the end. The tables were very full on the day, at any rate.

other things and shot off with her dad to fix the problem, but then ended up through no fault of her own taking three hours. Luckily, we had other family members and friends with us (nearly half the wedding was there helping the day before, phew) and so she directed the decorations over the phone until her return, and by dinner time we were done and heading off to spend the evening with friends in a jacuzzi and sauna right by the sea. The decorations she mostly made by hand, and we took moss fresh from the forest to place over the tables to add an earthy and intimate feel to the whole affair (sadly, I am lacking photos of us all sitting at the table on the big day…I will try and find some).

Our rings. We have a better professional photo for the next post - her ring is emerald and Celtic, mine is a Celtic gold and silver ring that is hard to see in the sunlight.

Our rings. We have a better professional photo for the next post – her ring is emerald and Celtic, mine is a Celtic gold and silver ring that is hard to see in the sunlight.

The big day itself went fairly according to plan. For a start, the weather came through for us – 17 degrees C (63 F) and sunny in early Spring is a rare thing indeed (and was followed by a week of rain and 5C/41F) so we were very lucky there – it’s just reaching those temperatures again now. We ignored convention (we ignored a lot of conventions, to be fair) and I was with her while her hair and make up was done (so she didn’t panic). We then went to the forest to take our professional photos before the ceremony or the reception – the ceremony was in a little courtyard right outside the reception, so it felt silly to do it in between. We were fashionably late (we lost track of time in the forest), but then we rounded everybody up outside and got on with the ceremony. After only a couple of minutes, we were married – luckily we asked Linnéa’s uncle to give a speech to help flesh out the ceremony somewhat, and he did an amazing job (and we have a great video of it too). After a mingle outside for an hour or two (and myself popping into the kitchen to see how my amazing helpers were going with my confusing instructions and half cooked food – they’re Italian so it was fine) we went inside for the dinner.

Us at the dinner, towards the end actually. As the night went on we shed our layers - she had a cape on top of a dress on top of another dress.

Us at the dinner, towards the end actually. As the night went on we shed our layers – she had a cape on top of a dress on top of another dress.

The dinner went well – my food was different and memorable like I hoped (stupid me forgot to take photos though), and Linnéa’s decorations achieved their aim and made the whole thing really cosy (and they looked fantastic). Her grandfather gave a speech in Swedish (and gave us the script for her to translate for me), her dad gave a speech in English and then I got up and gave something that amounted vaguely to a speech (apparently my Aussie friends were impressed at how short I kept the speech…I have a habit of waffling on, as I am sure long-time readers of this here blog have observed). Her best friend and cousin got up with another friend to sing one of “our” songs – “Sew My Name” by Josh Pyke (go look it up, it’s amazing). We played a couple of games to show how much we knew each other (which were surprising for many people but not for us).

Linnéa, her brother and her brother's girlfriend. We set up a photo booth of sorts and forgot to tell people about it until the end, so there's a lot of very sweaty photos of us all after we had been dancing. These guys manage to look a lot fresher than I did in most photos by that time of night.

Linnéa, her brother and her brother’s girlfriend. We set up a photo booth of sorts and forgot to tell people about it until the end, so there’s a lot of very sweaty photos of us all after we had been dancing. These guys manage to look a lot fresher than I did in most photos by that time of night.

After all of this, we got up and danced until midnight. Which was something unusual for me – in Australia, weddings often finish dinner around 9pm, there’s a bit of dancing for an hour or so and by about 10:30, 11pm the wedding ends. Here in Sweden, only having three hours of dancing and our wedding finishing at midnight makes it an “early night” – I’ve already been to one other wedding here that went until the wee hours of the morning. It’s a funny thing in itself – the Swedes are so shy and introverted, and Australians on the whole are very extroverted and renowned for their friendliness and willingness to talk to strangers (it’s no myth, I’ll tell you). So it’s odd that in Australia weddings seem so restrained, yet in Sweden they let loose – but that’s the way it goes I guess. Every culture has its little oddities.

We had my friends from Australia with us for a few more days, and within three weeks we were on a plane to Australia to meet my side of the family and attend my sister’s wedding…but that’s another post or two down the track (at least two more posts will come from those photos).

To finish off for now, one of my favourite photos taken on my Aussie friend Jimmy’s phone (he’s the crazy one on the right, and Sarah, my other friend from down under, is on the far left).

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Sweden Road Trip #10: Ytterhogdal, Sveg, and back home again

YtterhogdalOur plan after leaving Norrland for Halmstad was to travel the 1000km (approximately) in two days, stopping over about halfway overnight. Of course, this didn’t happen at all. The first day we got going quite slow, and after only an hour or two of driving we were all quite hungry. We kept our eyes peeled for a McDonald’s, on the rather foolish assumption that everywhere has a McDonald’s eventually. But alas, we were so much in the middle of nowhere that there was no such place to be found. We eventually stopped in the tiny town of Ytterhogdal, and were going to go into a restaurant nearby that IMG_20140719_152757was probably going to be expensive when I found a Thai food place hiding on the side of a building. I thought it was too good to be true – real and good Thai food is a rarity anywhere in Sweden (especially coming from Australia where every third building is a Thai restaurant). But when I looked at the menu, it looked like legitimate, real Thai cuisine, so we ate what turned out to be an amazing lunch that will always be what I remember about Ytterhogdal (sorry any Ytterhogdalites who read my page…all three of you). My other half jumped in the water for a quick swim to get some respite from the heat, and then we got back in the car again.

IMG_20140720_085747We didn’t get much further though, and decided that evening to pull up in the town of Sveg and settle in for the night. This was a double edged sword – it was nice to rest but it may have extended the travelling by another day. We just didn’t know at this point. We didn’t even set up the tent we were so exhausted, but it barely got dark at all that night so sleeping outside was fun if a touch on the dewy side. IMG_20140928_151654Stopping to relax was something we oddly needed – the last few days of the road trip had taken it out of us more than we realised, so sitting down with a good book, coffee, and a simple pesto pasta meal was the perfect way to unwind. After a while, we decided to go exploring around the campsite. We found a little walking bridge to a tiny island, with a nice water fountain in the water nearby. But what we found on the island was actually quite interesting.

IMG_20140928_151938It turned out that there were a lot of beavers in the area who would often come up the river at night and run riot on this little island. They were almost never seen during the day, sadly, although there was an awesome statue in the middle of the island of a IMG_20140928_151810beaver chomping away on a tree. But what was visible if you looked closely was the damage to the island caused by the beavers – tree stumps that had clearly been gnawed away at over time. A part of me wanted to go and see if I could see any beavers later that night but then I was overwhelmed by a fairly excusable desire to sleep during the night instead. Oh well.

IMG_20140721_111412The next day we shot off again, but after only a couple of hours we were already struggling. About halfway through the afternoon we decided to do something drastic and unexpected – we stopped. The driver of our group decided to sleep for a couple of hours, while the rest of us chilled out by the side of this mountain with an amazing view of the lake and forests in front of us. The reasoning behind this was so that we could drive at night, when it was cooler, and just push on through until we got home in the early hours of the next day, which is exactly what happened – we did get home just as the sun began to come up.

It had been a long trip home, and I would guess the road trip itself was somewhere around the 3000km mark, but it had been an amazing two weeks that I’ll never forget. Sweden is an amazingly beautiful country and I am incredibly lucky to have seen so much of it with my own eyes. If you ever visit Sweden in your life, I urge you to go and see more than just the obvious places like Stockholm. I love cities, but the real Sweden is up north, with the trees and the lakes and even the moose. Go on, go visit it there. You won’t regret it, I promise you.

Sweden Road Trip #9: Östersund, the middle of Sweden

Östersund Town Square at 10 at nightÖstersund is a city almost perfectly in the middle of the country of Sweden, and was our last major stop on this road trip. It is the capital of the country of Jämtland and is kind of considered an unofficial capital of Norrland (Northern Sweden) as well. It has only about 44 000 inhabitants, and is promoted as a winter city due to its love and history of winter sports. It even hosted The Nordic Games (the predecessor to The Winter Olympics) often early last century because Stockholm didn’t have enough snow some years. While I don’t think The Winter Olympics have been held here or organised here yet (despite applications from the city), it has hosted a number of other championships in skiing and snowcross. In the picture to the right of the town square, taken at 10pm I might add, you can see behind the town on the hill a great skiing slope cut out between the trees. Apparently one day I have to ski on them. Oh joy. (I can’t even walk on ice…I’m like Bambi, it’s tragic).

Moose!We were only there for two nights, during which we met up with some of my girlfriend’s family who live up in the area (she herself was born up here, in a blizzard no less. No wonder she likes the cold). One of the first things to occur though, around the time they were helping us to set up the tent, was that a female moose appeared with its two moose children (what is the word I’m looking for here? Someone?) and started running around the outside of the camping site rather confused. Most people in the site stood up and watched with interest, not venturing to get any closer to it as it desperately tried to find more forest to run back into. But, I’m not most people and I decided in a slightly dangerous moment of David Attenborough-ness (it should be a phrase) to carefully, quietly chase after it. I tip toed as I got myself as close as I could to the beautiful animals without scaring them away, or attracting attention of a more violent nature (neither of which I wanted), and took a bunch of photos. It was great fun and I genuinely am happy to have finally seen a moose – I know this shows how utterly Australian I am, but oh well.

Östersund CountrysideAfter the moose incident, we finished setting up the tent (on a hill which led to us getting a bit wet…not the best camping site of the trip) and then went out for a dinner in the town with the family. The next day, we decided to go exploring around the area we were camping on, a little island a few minutes out of the city centre that housed a few Östersund Cute Houseresidents and a lot of beautiful countryside. We ended up walking much further than we intended, but we got to see some beautiful houses including one little cottage tucked away behind some trees, and I also loved the view of the mountains in the distance. Being here was Norrland Mountainsvery serene and calming, although it did seem less isolated than The High Coast felt earlier with the people and houses around here. The water constantly nearby also added to the atmosphere – I’ve said that I want to always live near the ocean (because I always have, despite moving nearly a dozen times between 3 countries) but I think I could live inland somewhere like this if there were lakes and rivers nearby – it turns out I just want to be near water. Also, this north, it would almost definitely freeze over during Winter for a few months.

Östersund TownThat second evening we went back into town. We wandered around the city a bit just to explore – it’s only a few centuries old, so it still looked nice but it’s not even half as old as a lot of cities in this country (including our home city, Halmstad). We found an Australian Pub, or so it claimed to be anyway, which after looking at the menu I decided we had no choice but to walk away from (I mean, the “Aussie Burger” was something like beef, egg, coleslaw and Sir Winston Pubpickles…sorry but where’s the normal salad like lettuce and tomato? The bacon? And most importantly the beetroot? Without beetroot you cannot call a burger Australian. End rant). So we left the unAustralian pub and ended up eating a really tasty meal elsewhere at a nice little beer garden before going for dessert and a cheeky cocktail drink at an English pub called Sir Winston which, as you can guess, was dedicated to Winston Churchill.

Östersund YoshiThe next day we would begin our drive back home, which after a couple of stops ended up occurring mostly at night out of exhaustion and desperation to not drive in the heat of the day anymore (stop laughing those of you from warmer countries – Sweden just had its hottest summer in decades okay? And Australian heat is just insane…nobody should live in that). I end this post with a couple of Östersund Yoshi againpictures of YOSHIS! Okay it’s not really Yoshi but you have to admit there are some similarities. These dinosaur looking statues are based on a local mythical creature of the water here not unlike the Loch Ness Monster. Much like Nessie, I hear this creature is quite elusive as well, but the statues are a lot of fun all the same.

 

Sweden Road Trip #8: Döda Fallet (The Dead Waterfall)

Dead Falls 1Now considered a natural wonder of the world, Döda Fallet has become a nature reserve and a major tourist spot on the roads through Jämtland in Northern Sweden. But this beautiful place is the site of one of Sweden’s biggest natural disasters, and as its name suggests it was once a powerful waterfall, known as Storforsen (which translates roughly as big whitewater rapid), with a fall height of 35 metres (115 feet) coming from the Indalsälven river and the 25km lake Ragundasjön. Now, that lake is dry and is used for farming (it looks like a field), the river has a different course (which some speculate may be similar to its course before the ice age), and the waterfall is non existent, with nothing but collapsed boulders and ground and a few ponds to hint at what was once here.

Dead Falls 2The disaster occurred back in the late 1700s, when logging was becoming a major industry in this part of Sweden. Storforsen was a bit of a problem for the loggers, as the logs often would not survive the sharp drop down the waterfall. In 1793 a man named Magnus Huss, later nicknamed Vildhussen (The Wild Huss), was given the task of solving this problem by trying to construct a new canal to bypass the waterfall. The forest was cleared out in the area but attempts to build the canal were repeatedly sabotaged by angry locals who objected to the whole project, and construction wasn’t started until 1796.

Dead Falls 3Despite a couple of delays and stoppages, work on the canal had begun and slowly it was being built backwards towards the lake Ragundasjön. But the canal was built on porous ground, and this became a major problem on the night between June 6 and June 7 of 1796. The spring flood that year had been much heavier than usual, and on this night the lake began to leak into the canal at an alarming and uncontrollable speed as the canal couldn’t hold together. Within only four hours the entire lake had emptied itself out, sending a 15 metre (49 foot) wave of water down the river, causing much destruction. Storforsen, the once powerful waterfall, had been silenced.

Dead Falls 4Amazingly, it seems nobody died in the wave that resulted from this accident. A lot of the soil and sediment washed down the river ended up forming new land near The High Coast which now hosts an airport, and the lake was turned into agricultural land which was actually useful in the aftermath of the disaster. A new waterfall also formed at the bed of the lake and that is now a hydro-electric station. Logging did become easier, but the river itself never became fully navigable. Storforsen completely dried up, along with the old path of the river in this area, and it became known as The Dead Falls.

King's RockAt the time Magnus Huss received the scorn of a lot of locals, as his ideas were both genius and disastrous as this event indicates. There are even rumours that he may have been killed – the following year he died on the river on a boat trip, but some say that locals stole his oars and pushed him out into the river. These days, however, there is a statue of him to commemorate his work (or attempts at it), and Döda Fallet has a 2.3km walkway with information on him and the disaster (the walkway you can see in some of these pictures). Some Kings and Queens have also visited and carved their visits on a rock now known as King’s Rock in the area too.

Dead Falls TheatreWhile it felt in the middle of nowhere (and it kind of was), this little brief stopover at Döda Fallet was worth it, and was a fascinating experience learning about this natural disaster from so long ago and seeing the obvious devastation it caused. If you’re ever up in Northern Sweden, this is definitely worth checking out. There’s even an outdoor theatre here and once or twice a year they put on a play about these events (presumably during the tourist season in Summer).

Sweden Road Trip #7: The Village You Could Only Enter By Foot

I’m not 100% sure where this village is, but Bönhamn is somewhere along The High Coast of Sweden and we discovered it while out adventuring one day. It’s one of the most unforgettable days of the entire trip for me, which is why I feel like it deserved its own post even if I don’t have as much to say about these pictures (so I’m mostly just going to list them with captions – sorry). One of them is the art experiment to do with the land rising as I promised in the last post, though. Enjoy!

This seaside village, which I assume is only even occupied in Summer (as it would freeze over in Winter) is blocked at the entrance by a sign which says "Welcome By Foot". In other words, you have to park outside the village and walk in (unless you live there, I guess).

This seaside village, which I assume is mostly occupied in Summer (as it would freeze over in Winter) is blocked at the entrance by a sign which says “Welcome By Foot”. In other words, you have to park outside the village and walk in (unless you live there, I guess).

As you can see a lot of the houses here have their own jetties or boats, and the people who do stay here in Winter would use snowmobiles to go across the water to the other side of town, or even to nearby islands. I suspect a lot of the houses are rented each Summer to tourists who feel like getting away from the big cities for a while.

As you can see a lot of the houses here have their own jetties or boats, and the people who do stay here in Winter would use snowmobiles to go across the water to the other side of town, or even to nearby islands. I suspect a lot of the houses are rented each Summer to tourists who feel like getting away from the big cities for a while.

There's a lot of boats in this village. I daresay almost as many boats as people.

There’s a lot of boats in this village. I daresay almost as many boats as people.

As I said in my last post, the land around here is rising by about 8mm a year (or a third of an inch). So a century ago, these rocks here would have been mostly underwater, and all the nearby islands would have been substantially smaller. Amazing when you think about it. I wonder how far back you'd have to go before these islands just weren't here at all? I suspect not very...

As I said in my last post, the land around here is rising by about 8mm a year (or a third of an inch). So a century ago, these rocks here would have been mostly underwater, and all the nearby islands would have been substantially smaller. Amazing when you think about it. I wonder how far back you’d have to go before these islands just weren’t here at all? I suspect not very…

This is the art project I was telling you about. These steps go into the water a fair bit as you can see, and the idea is that each step is measured with regard to the land rising speed so that each new generation will have a new step above the water. Really cool way to illustrate this geological phenomena!

This is the art project I was telling you about. These steps go into the water a fair bit as you can see, and the idea is that each step is measured with regard to the land rising speed so that each new generation will have a new step above the water. Really cool way to illustrate this geological phenomena!

This back yard rocks! Get it? ...moving on. But seriously though a lot of the houses around here had great gardens too, built around some of the nature such as giant boulders. I like this a lot.

This back yard rocks! Get it? …moving on.
But seriously though a lot of the houses around here had great gardens too, built around some of the nature such as giant boulders. I like this a lot.

This sign translates as the following: "If you want to be happy for a day, drink wine. If you want to be happy for a month, read a book. If you want to be happy for life, grow a garden."

This sign roughly translates as the following:
“If you want to be happy for a day, drink wine. If you want to be happy for a month, read a book. If you want to be happy for life, grow a garden.”

That’s it for now. In the next post we’ll head inland through the north of Sweden before beginning our trek back home in the South. I’m not 100% sure right now but I think I have three posts left in this little series, and I’m working to try and get them up quickly because I have other things to blog about too (like my trip to England this coming week, and of course, as always at this time of year, NaNoWriMo).

Sweden Road Trip #6: Höga Kusten

IMG_20140712_233923We spent about five days in Höga Kusten, making it the longest stop of the whole road trip. I’m going to cover most of those few days in this post, but there was one day on which we ventured out and discovered an amazing little seaside town which will get a blog post of its own (and you’ll see why when we get to that, too). But our arrival to The High Coast was a nice one – the weather was perfect for setting up the tent in our incredibly awkward spot IMG_20140713_094109between a bunch of trees not designed for 4WD’s with caravans attached to them. By the time we set up everything, we had some dinner and wandered down by the lake as the sun was going down. The next morning, also clear and sunny, we could really appreciate our view from the tent (pictured on the left – I stood just outside on the deck as I took this photo. Not bad, eh?).

IMG_20140713_184805The next couple of days are a blur, and I think possibly the next day we went on our random adventure I’m covering in part 7 of this series before the rain settled in for the week. At some point in those first couple of days, anyway, we began to explore the place, from the little pub and the couple of restaurants, to wandering past the other parts of the camping site, the mini-golf, and various other attractions. The camping site had the lake on our side, but behind us was the ocean, and there we found a sauna which we decided to go to before leaving this site. We also found a beach with lots of trees. For some reason I found this endlessly fascinating.

IMG_20140714_000129One fairly big world event that happened while we were at Höga Kusten was the World Cup Grand Final between Germany and Argentina. The only place you could see the game on the camping site was on your phone (if you had decent coverage, which most of us didn’t have) or the pub, which was showing it on their televisions. So we went down to watch the game, but about halfway through an enormous storm passed over us, quickly killing the television IMG_20140715_123419reception as we were smashed by violent rain. We then spent the next hour or so running between a group of 20 or so people huddled around the one phone that could show the game and outside to watch the lightning lashing across the sky. After the game, when the rain slowed down, we made a run for our tent again and warmed up inside. When we awoke the next morning, the site was starting to flood – a problem that wouldn’t go away until just before we left. It also turned out that a lot of Southern Sweden, where we’re from, was also flooding after almost a solid week of rain.

IMG_20140717_124803On the last night before leaving Höga Kusten and heading inland, we finally went to the sauna. It was free for anybody to use, and wood was provided behind the sauna – or rather it was supposed to be. After a little bit of investigating the wood allocated for use in the sauna was sitting behind a truck out of sight, about maybe a kilometre away. I volunteered to carry the bulk of the wood, slinging it in a big bag over my shoulders so that my IMG_20140926_204935back could take the strain. Once inside though, the sauna was nice and relaxing and had a great view of the sea and the bits of peninsula jutting out in front of us. Saunas are very popular in Sweden, both in Summer and Winter months, but I guess for me my experiences are limited because in Australia Summer is a kind of sauna, with high temperatures and high humidity for around half of the year. So it was nice to do this in a country where the whole thing is a bit more, well, warranted I guess.

IMG_20140717_125537The last day, before leaving, we went wandering around the edge of the camp site along the water, through a bunch of rock fields. It was quite interesting to find places where forest and rocks sort of intertwined, and in these areas the rocks were covered in this light white and green mossy stuff. It added a sort of mystique to the area, but the reason behind these rock fields is fairly well known. IMG_20140926_205325Back in the ice age, this area of land was pushed down by the ice significantly. After the ice age the land began to rise back up again very quickly, and today it rises in places here at around 8mm (or a third of an inch) a year. So these rock fields, not too long ago, were underneath the water. The land is constantly going through dramatic changes, even in the space of a single human lifetime, and there’s a great art experiment about this that I’ll show in the next post.

IMG_20140716_001048I leave you at the end of this episode with my favourite picture from Höga Kusten – one evening, as the mist rolled over the hills surrounding the lake, a German ship floated in the middle of the water. For some reason this reminded me of a certain scene from Monty Python and the Holy Grail (which long-time readers of my blog will know is one of my all-time favourite movies). Anyway, it was eerie but awesome and I took about a dozen photos that all look the same and I’m not really sure why. Next time, I show our random adventure beyond the campsite area before we head inland and then back south toward home.