But it was comedy. Me and Swedish Chef went to the land of Sweden and cycled around Skåne, the region he's from. It is beautiful - fantastic countryside, beautiful coastline and (mainly) flattish enough for a bike tour. Peddle bike, that is, no leathers on us.
We went to his home-town of Lund, Sweden's oldest univeristy city. We met Isabella and her boyfriend Markus in Malmo, then cycled off along the SE coast, north-eastwards through a really rather spectacular area called Ostelen.
Merry fun and japes were had by all. I'll never again think of Arthur Fowler when I hear the word 'allotment'. In Sweden they do it in style, complete with apple trees, traditional red-painted summer house and country garden.
We turned into grandma and grandpa on the empty terrace of a lovely restaurant overlooking a bay, watching the sun go down, reading. Blankets, rum in my tea, good food, aaaah.
Some of the landscape reminded me of Kent, where I grew up - corn on the cob crops, rolling hills, plenty of trees, fields and orchards. Just with the added dimension of pickled herring (yum yum yum, I love it), wooden red houses, empty sandy beaches and forests full of summer houses. Because it seems that everyone has one. Everyone.
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That looks fantastic