I haven't updated in absolutely ages so I'm sorry!!
I'm currently in Stockholm but I need to update on my last days at home in Skellefteå and of course, being back in Denmark after a 13 year absence.
Well Lillasyster and I finally made it to Bonnstan which is the oldest area in Skellefteå.
Bonnstan is the local name for the Church Town of Skellefteå, which dates back to the 17th century. Bonnstan comes from the swedish (and local) word for farmer, so Bonnstan would transcribe into The city of farmers in English.
Historical context
400 years ago the church village was the centre of the region surrounding Skellefteå. The church-goers from the countryside got together here during church holidays and conducted trade, drank, fought, proposed, asked for God’s forgiveness and listened to priest’s sermons.
But it was also here that the first lines in Skellefteå city’s history were written. Today, the area is a cultural haven in historical surroundings that do not leave anyone untouched.
All in wood
Church towns is a northern phenomenon and maybe the church town of Skellefteå is the most genuine church town in Sweden since it has kept its rustic surface and traditions.
Several of the timber houses are well over 150 years old and in the old days the Church Town got erected due to the obligatory church visits for the farmers and here families. Today there are 116 houses with a total of 392 chambers. These were used as overnight stop for parishioners who lived too far away to make the journey to the church and back in one day.
There were some school kids out doing orienteering and we were sooooo tempted to move their flag somewhere else but we remained mature and left it as it was.
The faithful Ka which has transported us around Norrland. |
The clock in the centre of the church tower has a face on each side, north, east , south and west and unusually is run off one timing system - not usual for this period. |
Happy that the tin is closed. |
Traditional fare |
First you butter the hard bread, then you cut up the bits of fish and place it on- you add more the more used to it you are, as a novice I started off slow. |
Add mashed potato, tomato, herbs and sour cream and voila! |
First taste I had been told it was the worst thing ever..... |
But I rather liked it (down to my sour cream mo) |
And I finished it all |
My darling Swedish parents |
Although of course, as though nature was telling me I shouldn't leave I got a wasp sting. The last time I had a wasp sting was at my Nana Wilson's house in Mt Wellington, I had been playing out by the taro patch (Samoan styles) and got a sting, went running into my mother crying my eyes out but was fine a minute later.
Not these damn vicious wasps here in Europe. This is what happened.
And my hand swelled up so much I couldn't wear my watch, I had to strap it and take it with me to Denmark I was soooo worried I was going to have my hand explode mid-air. I mean, sort of worried , sort of interested to see how it would all work.
And now we head to Wonderful, wonderful Copenhagen!
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