Before the swearing begins

On the way back from Jämtland, we stopped at our usual roadside restaurant in Tönnebro, so that Freya and Indigo could let off some steam. The journey takes about six hours, and this particular stop is pretty much halfway home, boasting a very pleasant lake and beach.

Freya managed to fall over in the lake, which meant a quick dash into the water to avoid any unnecessary drownings. Unfortunately, I failed to see a large stone lying between Freya and me, and gave it (and my toe) a jolly good kicking.

I didn’t really notice the pain until I’d picked up Freya and carried her to shore, Then I did. Then, after a few minutes, it mellowed a bit. Then it hurt lots.

Result? A broken toe.