My swedish housemate Clara tells me "The swedish summer is the best day of the
year, and it is today". The whole house seems to be at the beach, apart from
me. I have not brought any beach clothes, and I have finally caught a cough, so
I am taking it easy at home.

I am on the veranda. Anke's tent is airing, and Anke herself is asleep on the
grass. The strong sunshine is revealing long strands of spider silk against the
shadows of the trees. I can hear a few people walking and talking, the wind in
the trees, a few flies doing their thing, and what might be a woodpecker in the
distance.