I’ve been to Öland several times before, enjoying the beautiful and mystic Trollskogen, and the bold stone fields of Neptuni åkrar, Neptune’s fields. He seems to be a harsh god if he has fields like that.
Lately I’ve spent another two days on this island, this time exploring Borgholm and some southern parts. The first day was beautifully sunny, indeed spring time was a bit faster on Öland, although at last it arrives here on the mainland as well.
Borgholm itself is the most seasonal town I’ve been to, everything is broad and pretty, but also ghostly and silent, waiting for a summer storm to come. The light-painted houses were richly adorned and reminded me of a bigger version of the little white houses of Russell, NZ.
I made a huge walk around the mystic woods/park, wandering from the haven to the slottsruin to the Solliden palace through marshlands back to the town again.
That evening it rained for the first time in 4 months at least. And the grey weather proceeded, suiting the landscape and sights beautifully.
There’s no such thing as bad weather 😉