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I felt cold wind on my feet last night. It brushed my legs ever so lightly yet so that I could feel it. The storm was coming, I could feel it somehow, although I hadn't heard the weather forecast. I thought to close the attick window just in case. While I was putting my woolly socks on, I heard Torolf arranging some papers in the office. It was best I told him that it might become a windy night, but when I went to the office it was empty. To my surprise, Torolf wasn't in the office, but outside...
The storm did come and the wind was at least 16 m/s, although looking at the weather today you would never believe it. It's been totally cloudless sky and over 20C today.
Before coming to Märket the sea weather forecast never meant anything to me, but now it's been the most important thing to listen to on the radio. We have compared the Finnish and the Swedish forecast and I'm afraid to say, but often the Finnish one seems to be more accurate: Märket 16, sydvästlig vind 17.
I also think the whole house rocks. It feels like I'm on a boat all the time. Kitchen is the worst place and sometimes I have to hold on something so I won't fall over.
We did some small jobs today, finished painting the windows, fixed a locking system on the door, primed the Lilla Märket's roof and cleaned the whole lighthouse. Luckily my house is not this big.
We also went fishing with nets and (this is exciting) got two fish, one herring and one torsk, turska, cod or fish'n'chips in English. Then we cooked it on a grill and ate it on the rocks, helt fantastiskt, very good. We also were suppose to have pancake, but we were so happy about the fish that we forgot all about the pancake and it burned. Never mind.
A happy fisherwoman
The day's catch - a fish and his friend
The wood is burning in the fire and it's nice and cozy. The sound of the waves is at the background and I listen to the stories from the seas. The story is in the waves, on the walls, in the many pictures, in the damp smell, in my whiskey glass, in the glow of the storm light, in our eyes and in our memories.
It's been a fantastic day and a fantastic week. If everything goes well, we will be home tomorrow, so it is adjö, hej så länge, vi sees igen, goodbye, we see you again, my old friend.
Christa and Torolf (last day and I finally learned to write Torolf's name correctly)