At dinner a group of male friends arrived, managing to still look hung over from, presumably, the midsummer celebrations the day before. The food was good and varied. As we exited, a police patrol appeared at the door, doing the rounds. No violent crime in progress at the inn, though.
Sunday morning was sunny, even though there were clouds rolling by in the distance. We decided to go for a long walk after breakfast.
There were pools up on the rocks, full with little fishes that presumably had been splashed up there as spawn. I was very concerned for their sake—eventually they’d have to return to the sea. Would they figure out how to jump and in which direction?
After lunch we took the boat to Årsta. When we got to the train station, the rain started to fall again.