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On Wednesday we took down my pavilion, which has been standing in the back yard to dry since we got home from Double Wars, Thursday I managed to get the last of the things organised so that we could pack for this weekends event, and most of the rest of the things we had brought have been put away. Therefore, I think that I can claim to be recovered from the event. This means it is time to reflect on it, and share thanks.

Our trip south started later than we wanted, for reasons outside of our control, so we skipped the runestone sort of adventures we normally do on a road trip, and just drove first to the rest stop at Tönnebro, where we slept a few hours, and then to the Stockholm area, where we picked up Harald.

As we headed back to the highway the van made a weird noise, and then threw a wheel across traffic and into a field. Luckily, there was a bus stop just there, so we parked the van, fetched the wheel, spoke with insurance, and only three hours later we, and everything we had brought with us, was in a larger rental van and we were on the way again. 
 
We arrived on site just before 23:00 on Friday, 25 hours after leaving home, and were shown the location for Camp Northern Lights. That far south it is rather dark at that hour, and we were tired, so we tucked his armour bag on the floor by the passenger seat and covered it with sheepskins to make a nest to sleep. Sunrise at home was 02:00, but on site it didn't come up till 04:00, and I got up and spent a couple of hours sorting things into piles  trying to find everything needed to put up the tent (no thought or care had gone into the emergency transfer of stuff from one van to the next).
Eventually I found everything and Keldor woke up, and we set up the tent. Neither of us had any idea what the time was, having lost all sense of time during the long drive. Therefore I apologise to everyone we woke thereby. There was no malicious intent, I assure you...
 
The good part of starting set up that early was that we had our tent and sunshade up and the car out of the way before the other Camp Northern Lights people arrived. They are the first people I really need to thank. Daniel, Gerdis, Þórólfr, Askar, Bjarni, Hjalmar, Silubrein, and Geiri were all delightful to have living (some more full time than others) in camp. So often I would think "I should (insert camp chore here)" but then decide that I needed to do something else first, and when I returned, the chore was already done. 
 
Everyone always forgets something when packing for an event. Therefore I am grateful to Aleydis for loaning me a hat for the week, so that I didn't have to buy a fourth to go with the three I left at home, and to Sighvald, who was willing to return the hat to her after the event, so I could keep using it after she left site.
 
After we were moved in and properly set up my focus switched to hiding in the hall to attach the wonderful embroidered roundels people had made for Keldor’s elevation caftan (as that was a location I knew he wouldn't come, so I didn't need to worry about the surprise being spoiled). As a result I missed many fun activities and classes I would have liked to attend, but I think the result was worth it. Certainly Keldor loved it. I will do a separate post with thanks for that, as FB doesn't want me to tag people more than once.
 
I did, however, make it to the Laurel Sponsored  Display, where I enjoyed seeing all the wonderful things people are working on. I love the way our hobby sparks hobbies! I also made it to one of Helga's classes, and loved every second of it. I hope I get another chance to learn from her when I am not distracted preparing for a friend's elevation. 
 
On Wednesday I managed to find time to trade  a much-needed massage with Eira, just before the bardic circle we hosted in our camp, both of which I really enjoyed. Thank you to everyone who came and participated! 
 
Thursday during the day we sold a few of Keldor’s knives at the market, and enjoyed visiting with everyone who came by. Thursday evening was Keldor’s vigil, complete with a "fiskedamm", from which people could pull out one of four categories of prizes: candy, tiny bottles of booze (with a single lingonberry in it--apparently this is a Norrland thing), cute toys or hats made by Keldor’s late mother, or small things he's made in the smithy. It was fun for me running it, the visitors seemed to enjoy the "fishing", and I really appreciated the company and help of Emma working with me behind the curtain.
 I am also grateful for the help of everyone who helped me set up for the vigil--the food buffet you created (while I was inside setting up the vigil space) looked amazing. I know that the list included most, if not all, of our above-named campmates, with help from (at least) Jörgen (who doesn't actually recommend setting up one's own vigil) Tobias, Annette, Wilhelm, Kokko Sylvi, and Erin. Huge thanks also to Mari who sent the vigil book, and Ermina, who decorated it.
 
On Friday was the elevation court for Keldor’s laurel. Thank you to Haakon, who sent touching words and a "scroll" (drinking horn, the cast bits of which were made by SvartulvR), John, who made the medallion (out of iron he'd forged from bog ore, using period instructions for doing enamel!), Ermina, who made a lovely scroll on parchment, William, Jovi, Egil, and Þórólfr who all spoke from the heart. I always love seeing our peerage ceremonies, because of the love that is shared, but to be able to be the spokesperson for my own beloved partner, and to hear words from people who have known him decades longer than I have been in the Kingdom is extra special. 
 
Saturday we took everything down, helped with camp take down tasks and started driving north. We had no car troubles, so we visited a few runestones before returning Harald, then slept some hours at Tönnebro, before taking an inland detour to see the 31-monumentet at Ådalen and crossing the Sandöbron. We arrived home on Sunday 27 hours after leaving the site.
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On Thursday morning last week Keldor was feeling recovered from the cold he'd had at the beginning of the week, and I was showing no symptoms, so we decided that yes, we can go to Crown. However, since he'd been sick and thus had had no energy to do the armour repairs that we had determined were needful when we armoured up the week before, we had Thursday during the day to do them, in addition to packing.  We managed to get it all done, and got on the road by 17:00. First stop (after leaving the cat's at his dad's for the weekend) was in Luleå, to drop off the box of Halloween stuff my friend L had bought from someone who lives a five minute walk from me, so I picked them up for her (weeks ago), and this was the first chance to deliver them.

Then we drove over to the normal Thursday evening folk dance session (that I used to attend when I lived there), and I got in three quick dances before we continued on our way (total time elapsed from arriving there to departing: 20 minutes. Value in terms of joy from seeing old friends and getting to dance? Priceless!)

Then we went on to Oulu, arriving at my apprentices apartment around 23:00, where stayed up talking probably later than we should have, but we don't get to see one another in person often.

Friday we were on the road again around 09:00, which got us to site at around 18:00.  As we were checking in, we were summoned away from the table to feast our eyes on the beautiful "stained glass" windows they had made, showing all of the couples entering in the tournament:

"stained glass" image of the entrants in Crown

Because I was fighting for Keldor, and he for me, and that brought the total number of couples to an even number, the artist drew us twice, once with me in armour, and he holding a rose, and once with he in armour and me holding a rose. I really, really love this!  They used photos of the fighters in garb and in armour to make us all recognisable!  The best part? The whole is made up of individual panels, so everyone who is featured in the art got to take their panel home with them. So we now have ours in the living room window.

I asked her how she did it, and it turns out that she used coloured silkespapper (tissue paper) and intarsia technique, and then laminated the result.  Therefore, before I even finished that conversation I found a source for a packet of silkespapper, in all the colours. I am so going to use the technique for decorating events!  Alas, I don't think the paper will arrive on time to be useful for Oktoberfest, which is in one more week.

Friday evening I went to bed early (just after 22:00), so that I would be well rested for the tournament, and, even more importantly from my perspective, our boasts. After the tournament I noticed that there was a merchant table selling ceramic stuff, which made me realize that I had forgot to set up our box of stuff for sale (oops). But, of course, the first thing I did was go look at what she had.  One quick glance was enough for me to hurry over to Keldor and summon him to the table.  He has been actively looking for a "big enough" tea mug for a long time. This merchant, Savivompatti, had lots of "big enough" tea mugs to choose from!  After looking at all the options, he bought one of the octopus ones, and he is very happy with it.

Then he returned to fight pickups and packed away his mug and my armour, took a shower, and then got permission from the autocrat to put Keldor's axes and knives and other stuff for sale on a table, and made a quick announcement that they were there. We didn't really expect any sales, but one woman really liked his unfinished knife with copper in the blade, and the unfinished knife where he had layered stainless steel and hardened steel (just to try it, as it isn't easy to weld them together), but she thought that they would be out of her price range. I told her that he loves to barter, and introduced them, and they agreed to a trade--he will make her a new knife, with a copper layer in it, and do something nice for a handle, and she will do him a metal brocaded silk tablet woven band.  He is pretty certain that he will win on this trade.

I even managed to join in the afternoon "group singing, mostly in Finnish" a bit before going to the Laurel meeting. They offered me a paper with the lyrics, but for me it is easier to read lips to sing along with a song I don't know, in a language I don't speak, and I enjoyed the session. I would have loved to have had more time for that, but it wasn't an option. After the meeting Keldor and I looked at the Ferry schedule and cost, and decided that it wouldn't cost any more to take the ferry home than it would to drive the full length of Finland and then over and south to Lövånger again, so we booked the Sunday evening Ferry. This turned out to be a very good thing.

Friday evening I was on retainer duty, so I served high tabel, and took my duties seriously enough that I even rinsed their bowls after the soup in the first course.  During the feast there was more singing (mostly in Swedish, with some English), and there was a short session of dancing, so the event included at least a little of everything I love most about the SCA (my top four, in alphabetical order: company, crafts, dance, song, closely followed by "everything else!").

Towards the end of the feast my energy suddenly vanished, so as soon as I had served the final course of food I returned to the cabin and got ready for bed (note that 4 others in the cabin, all of whom had participated in the tournament, were doing the same). My nose started running as I returned to the cabin, and I wondered if it was the temperature difference between the hall and outside, or if I was getting sick? So I took a hot shower and put tiger balm on my nose, which cleared things up beautifully, and went to sleep.

Sunday morning as I packed and loaded the car my nose was again runny every time I went outside. Temperature difference? Getting sick? I tried to keep a bit of a distance from others, and for those that got hugs, I kept my head turned well away, just in case. Keldor was still feeling healthy, having recovered from last week's cold, but he mentioned that during the tournament he noticed that most of the sound in his right ear had gone away, which was a bit annoying.

By the time we started driving I was feeling really tired, so I was glad we only had the four hour drive to the ferry terminal, rather than needing to do 13 hours driving time all way way home. Around 14:30 I suddenly felt like I wanted ice cream.  Normally I eat only homemade ice cream, but on some road trips I will make an exception, as one can't really make ice cream whilst driving. Besides, sharing photos of road trip ice cream is a Drachenwald thing. So we pulled into the next supermarket we passed and had a look. They had the standard large plastic boxes of super sweet commercial ice cream (no thanks), and some tubs of Ben and Jerry's (I know many people love that, but I don't like chocolate, and all of their flavours included chocolate), and a few flavours of a locally produced ice cream from Närpes Glassfabrik (this is a Swedish speaking part of Finland, so while the company also has a Finnish name, the packaging was mostly in Swedish). The store we were in was small, but they had four flavours of Närpes ice cream to choose from:  Banana toffee (nope, Keldor doesn't care for banana flavoured things, even though he eats banana), raspberry licorice (nope, I don't like licorice), white chocolate with strawberry sauce (nope, I don't like chocolate), and old fashioned bourbon vanilla (we have a winner!)

On our way out of the store I bought a packet of roasted almond pieces, and we happily ate ice cream with almond sprinkels till the container was empty and I had completely licked the box clean. That was amazing. If you are ever in southern Finland, try Närpe's ice cream--they make it by hand in small batches, and it is yummy!

We arrived at the Ferry terminal around  17:00, and I lay down on the bed in the back of the van and slept while Keldor started writing his event "berättelse".  I woke up when it was time to board the ferry, and we found the "comfort lounge" that we had paid for. comfort. Humph. Not so much. The chairs there recline a little, but so not enough!  I am a side or belly sleeper, I can't/won't sleep on my back, nor sitting up.  Also, the pairs of seats have armrests between them so one can't even cuddle up and snooze on one's partner.  Luckily, the floor is carpeted, so I did my yoga, and then lay down on the floor at his feet and hugged his foot  as I slept (he is happy to sleep in the chairs provided, mutant that he is).

We reached Umeå at 23:00, and he had the energy to drive us all the way to his dad's house, where I took a hot shower, and was in bed by 01:30.  Since he was still having problems hearing in his right ear he decided that rather than trying to work on Monday he would plan to sleep in till it was late enough to call our local health center and book an appointment to get it checked out. I was totally ok with sleeping in, especially as I was by then pretty certain that I was fighting off a cold (I have no idea if it was the same one he'd had the week before, which, according to the test he took then, wasn't covid, or something else).

Once he'd done his call we drove the cats home, and I went straight back to bed for a nap, not getting up and having breakfast till after 13:00! I took it easy for the rest of Monday, and by Tuesday morning I was feeling better, and resumed working on my thesis. So whatever I had, it didn't bother me long, and the only symptoms were being tired (which part could have been nothing more than doing a roadtrip, event, and tournament) and a a couple of hours with a slightly runny nose and a little bit of something that was almost, but not quite, a sore throat.  Hopefully no one else got it.

His call to the health center got him an appointment for Thursday, during which the doc saw nothing wrong with his ear, and hypothesized that the cold he'd had caused some fluid to get backed up in the wrong area near his ear, partially blocking sound. So he's been prescribed some nose spray to use once a day for the next several, and if that doesn't clear it up make a new appointment.




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 I made Keldor a pair of half gauntlets, while he fixed his helmet, legs, and arm harness (so now his armour is 100 fuctional again). We finished packing and loaded the car, took the cats to his dad's, took Louise's boxes of Halloween stuff to her, stopped by Gammelstad for 20 minutes of folk dance with my old folk dance group (damn, I miss them), and now we have driven most of the way to my apprentice's house in Oulu, where we will sleep before driving the rest of the way to Crown. 

Oh, I also cleaned the bathroom, cooked lunch, cleaned the kitchen, and did some vacuuming.
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Three days ago I declared Chapter Five as done as it will be if this project is only going to be a Masters Thesis, adding a footnote saying that 33 LA-ICP-MS composition maps of my rock samples was too ambitious, and doing the data processing required for the remaining samples is beyond the scope of the project, but the record of the analyses done is being retained as an indication of how much information is available to kick start future work in this field.

Tuesday was all about cooking and packing for the event.

Wednesday during the day was the same. See a photo of the loaded van here:

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Wednesday at 17:30 we drove 35 minutes the wrong direction, to take the cats to their vacation home while we are gone. They will live upstairs at Keldor’s dad's house (which features views out the window of hundreds of birds,since his dad feeds the birds many kg of seed daily), and our friend Þórólfr, who is sadly not attending Double Wars, but happily lives a short walk away, will drop by every day to feed them. (Keldor’s dad is allergic to cats, so he prefers not to be the one feeding them).

Then we returned home to get the book we'd forgotten (for reading aloud as we drive. I walked into the bedroom, and stepped into a huge pile of cat puke. Ick! Glad we found it while still fresh, and it didn't sit there for nearly two week while we were gone. Poor Skaði, I think she stress-eats, and didn't like us packing and loading the car. But when she eats too much dry food at once, it doesn't stay down. Will try to remember next time to take away the dry food dispenser next time we pack for an event. Bad enough she is stressed, no point in making her puke, too.

We finally started driving at 20:16 Wednesday evening, which is a good time of day, at this time of year, for wildlife sightings. The log for that evening reads:

1 rådjur
8 kronhjort
6 mufflon
1 rådjur
2 rådjur
2 rådjur
2 rådjur
1 rådjur
6 kronhjort
2 rådjur

We reached the town of Harmånger, south of Sundsvall at 01:53 (I think that 5.75 hrs to do what google says is 5 hours of driving time is good, given at least three stops for toilet), where we slept for the night on the couch in the basement of a business owned by someone Keldor knows, who had asked us to pick up a package for delivery at Double Wars, and who was nice enough to offer the location for sleeping (along with the code for the door, so no one need be disturbed at that hour).

We got a good 5.5 hours sleep, and started driving at 07:57 on Thursday. Far fewer animal sighting during a day-time road trip, but lots of other distractions. The day's log says:


1 rådjur
1 rovfågl
2 rådjur

2 runestones
1 church ruin
1 ring borg

3 second hand/antique stores

Photo of the ruin: https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=pfbid02zthotBncandTa76uSp5iXHpGWfBxnju97dcbWbsf46SK2yqSbSri77k2m9D4swfdl&id=100000110936694

We also picked up a package in Linköping to be delivered at Double Wars, and arrived at Keldor’s Sister's house in Vadstena around 19:00. So we did 5.75 hours driving time, supplemented by lots and lots of fun date adventures.

Google says we have 4.75 more hours driving time to site, which officially opens in 8.5 hours. Should be another fun day, followed by an amazing event.
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Here is an English translation of Keldor's trip report on our adventures to, from, and at Drachenwald's Crown Tourney cut for lots of photos )
We drove 2,500 km south to have the pleasure of serving a high table. Was it worth it? The answer is: yes! So, if you have the opportunity to make a similar trip, do it. If not, I hope this little insight into such a journey may be of some enjoyment.

By the pen of the humblest of all, your storyteller, Keldor, translated with the help of Kareina
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I enjoyed the weekend, but acknowledge that it wasn't good for thesis progress, since I wound up spending Thursday getting ready for the road trip, then we were on the road from midnight Thursday evening to noon on Friday (including a stop for a nap for both of us, and a stop at a second hand store, where he bought some things for making knife handles, and some silverware for doing silver inlay in swords/axes.

That got us to site well before it opened, so we took another nap, and got up when the autocrats arrived. Friday evening we enjoyed hanging out with people (and I managed to get the gambeson done enough to wear, then did yoga and I went to bed around 22:00. Keldor, on the other hand, stayed up later, despite having done all of the driving (while I happily made progress on sewing my gambeson). Since I had gone to bed early on Friday, I wound up waking early on Saturday, so I used the time to mend the strap holding up my leg harness, which hadn't broken, yet, but was clearly about ready to break, so I riveted on a short extra bit of strap above and below the damaged area. I really need to completely replace the belt and straps--they were made from a second hand belt in the early 1990's. Now that the gambeson, fighting trousers, and quilted collar for under the gorget are done, I can start thinking about doing that, and all of the other upgrades the armour needs.

The armour more or less functional, I had time for breakfast and some yoga before the tournament. The day was cold and very windy. Therefore the did the court for the invocation of the lists indoors. When Keldor and I went up to present ourselves and fighter and consort for one another the prince and princess thanked us, and dismissed him to join the other entrants and bid me stay and kneel, and then presented me with Ljusorden (the order of the light, Nordmarks's arts and science award) for my enthusiastic participation in bardic arts, dance, and acrobatics at events.
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The tourney went really quickly--they decided to do a full round robin list, so they had prepared in advance the list of who would fight who in each round, which meant that each fight begin promptly after the one before finished, and each round continued promptly after the one before, which meant that while it was really cold and windy we fighters stayed reasonably warm for the first part of the tournament. I did about as well as expected, given that I hadn't actually been in armor in months due to lack of time and not having gotten the gambeson etc. done before the event, which is to say everyone killed me, but I got to model the new pretty helmet my love made for me, as I fought, and died, for his honour. However, the new helmet was designed to be able to wear my hearing aids in side it, and, being patterned after the Vendel Valsgärde helm, has plenty of openings to let sound in. Guys, it was amazing. For the first time in my life, I could hear while fighting! I could talk to people between fights, and hear what they said! I totally recommend this. Now I just need to get glasses that are legal to wear while fighting (sports glasses), or contact lenses.

Keldor wasn't feeling on top of his game, with timing not working for him till after the tourney and during pickups, so he and I were the first two eliminated, and then they did a five person second round robin, since all of the other fighters had tied after the first one. Since I was no longer fighting at that point, I quickly became quite cold watching the next part of the tourney, even though my helmet was the only thing I took off (and I was wearing a coif--it wouldn't have been possible to be out in that wind wearing hearing aids without one).

Then the final round was between Valdamar and Erik Hane, the two people from whom I had gotten bruises during the tournament. They are both large fighters (Valdemar is pretty close to two meters tall, and while Erik isn't that tall, he is big), and very strong. When Erik hit me his sword first contacted my upper arm, right under the pauldron, and just over the top of the arm harness, and pivoted around to strike my back as well. I shouted "good", and he replied "wasn't that your arm?". I replied "också" (also), and everyone laughed. Perhaps the arm took enough of the force that the sword in the back might not have been a killing blow, but, believe me, it was good, and was happy to take it and not let him hit me again. When Valdemar hit me the sword contacted my sword arm, right on the shin bone. I called good arm, and then said since I can't switch due to not being able to hold a sword with my shield gauntlet, I would happily yield. Valdamar and the marshal both said I could just keep using the sword arm, but it was hurting enough I said that I would rather yield. Better arm armour is on my list of things that needs to be done.

After the tourney I went in to the hall, put out the knives and axes that Keldor and brought for the market (which many people admired, but no one chose to buy--we were not surprised--many of the items he has available are pattern welded and/or inlaid with bronze, and/or have decorative carving on the hilt, which upps the price), took off my armour, packed it, and got some lunch. Then the other fighters came in, and we soon wandered over to the other hall for a sauna.

After the sauna I returned to the main hall, and thought to take a nap. Then I realised that I had left the bag with my nålbinding project at the sauna building, so I switched back to outdoor shoes, put on my Viking coat, and walked back over. I got the bag, and then returned to the main hall, this time taking the scenic route through the forest and over the hill instead of taking the road. Then I noticed that the garter holding up my nålbinded socks was missing on the left leg. After checking the hall for it, I went back out and retraced my steps, without spotting the garter. Came out of the forest just after Keldor and one of the other fighters had walked past, so I called to them, and he accompanied me back to the sauna building (no garter there, nor on the road), and then back through the forest. When we came out of the forest in the parking lot of the hall he made his spot check and found the garter. Yay! But that used up time for a nap before court!

Investiture court went well. The new Prince and Princess hit the ground running, with awards to give out already, which is always a good thing (and kinda impressive, that they even had scrolls ready, given that they have so little time between tournament and investiture). It helps that Anna was the first Baroness of Aarnimetsä and has been Queen, so she knows how these things work. I wish that they had called for people to swear fealty to them, as I would have liked the chance to do so, but they didn't. I get the impression that that isn't often (ever?) done in Nordmark (I have not made it to every Coronet/Investiture here, and it is on a nine-month cycle, and the pandemic canceled a few, so there haven't been all that many I have been to, so I don't know if they ever let folk swear fealty during investiture court).

During the feast there were a few performances and much merriment. At one point I noticed Jovi and one of the jesters doing a little acroyoga out in the entry area, so I quickly changed out of the dress I had worn for court and put my Thorsberg trousers and a tunic on so I could join them. We did only one quick Candlestick before they went in for the next serving of food, but it was still worth the effort to change!

But given the early start to my day, I was feeling tired and started moving towards bed... and got distracted talking fighting with Erik Hane, who gave me a few lessons (fight like a boxer--moving your hands on the shortest possible path between the starting point and hitting the target, and the secret to moving someone much bigger than you are (him, for example), is to get low and then use the force of your legs to generate a push (which worked way better than I expected, given he is about twice my size). However, after that I went to bed, and managed to sleep before midnight.

The next morning it was pack, load the car, eat breakfast, take a couple of the left over boxes that were on offer, say goodbye to everyone, and start driving before 10:00 (I feel guilty that we don't stay to help clean the hall, but given the length of the drive, we didn't).

Long drives are more fun if one makes a date of it, so soon after we started driving we consulted the Swedish runestone map page to find a random one not far off the road home, choosing one that stands directly behind a very nice farm mansion that was built in 1816. We took a photo, and then started to walk back up to the car (we parked on the road, rather than driving up the nice tree lined long lane to the house).


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However, before we'd gone more than a couple of meters we saw a group of people heading towards the stone. People we recognize! Four of our friends from the event, who also thought this stone to be located in a convenient location with respect to the road home. So we took a group photo and chatted at the stone a bit, during which time a guy came out of the house and explained that the 1816 inscription on the stone was from when the house was built. Back in the early 1800's people didn't think runestones were that special, so when they built the house they used the runestone for one of the door steps. During a more recent renovation they realized that that step was a runestone, so they stood it in the backyard, and used a plain stone to replace it in the steps. As one can read if one clicks through all the way to the detailed information on this stone, they painted in the runes in 1981, and again in 2005, to make them easier to see.

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The other car full of people went to look for the other runestone in the area, and we decided to get back on the road. But as we started driving Keldor noticed an old oak tree that had come down, so he stopped to look, and found a large branch which still had some good wood, so he salvaged it. The farm right next to the oak had a sign saying "Vendel Gård", and while we know this isn't the location of the main Vendel grave finds, about 130 km to the north west, we still think that is cool, and the oak was thick enough to probably have dated from the Vendel period, and will likely make a good sword handel.

Our next stop was at the antique store associated with the Sala Silver Mine, which is a particularly good antique store, with lots and lots of interesting stuff to look at (we went home with a set of hand-forged shears for only 90 Kr (he couldn't make one that cheap--that would be less than 20 minutes work, and shears are much more than 20 minutes), and a small birch box that will be good for storing my old hearing aid with my helmet (while I trust the helmet to protect the hearing aids, I am nonetheless using the old ones when fighting, just in case).

The next stops were not as exciting, in part because it started snowing a bit before Gävle. Petrol and toilet at Tönnebro, toilet and a walk through the store just to stretch our legs at a random Biltema big box store (where we did buy more window washing fluid), a toilet stop at a gas station just before Sundsvall, and at grocery store in Örnskoldsvik (toilet, and buy more energy drink), and one side of the road stop about 45 minutes from home. The company on the drive was great, and I managed to change the sleeves on our new linen tunics--I had done them with straight arms, but we decided that it would be nice to taper them from the elbow to wrist so as to better fit under other tunics.

We got home at 22:30 and unloaded and put away only the bare minimum before doing yoga, taking a shower, and heading to bed.

Today I worked a little, did some laundry and vacuuming, took a nap, worked some more, took another nap, worked some more. Somewhere around there he got home from work, ate, and took a nap while listening to a documentary or something as I kept working, then he got up, I took a break to do yoga with him, and then I finished writing up the results for the sample I had done the data processing for this evening. By then it was midnight, and thought I would just do a "quick" write-up of the event. Now it is 02:00 and perhaps I should get some sleep before starting the next sample's data processing...
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It does that when one is busy. What have I done. No, there is too much, I will try to sum up. Wish me luck that I don't get distracted typing lots of details that feel worth sharing...

Coronation! Ok, I got distracted with details for this one, so instead I posted my event summary on the Frostheim page, so you just go there to read it, and see the photos.

A week at home, and a week in Luleå. After spending the weekend feeding 150 people in a small, understaffed kitchen, Keldor was exhausted, so he called in sick on Monday. And Tuesday. And Wednesday. On Thursday he had his monthly massage scheduled (one of the nicer perks of the company he works for), so he returned to work. That left me a couple of days, plus the weekend to finish all of the Coronation unpacking and washing, and to pack for the next SCA event and have it all ready to go. Then I dropped him and the cats at his dad's house (very near to his job) on Monday morning and I headed north. On the way I stopped in Hortlax to pick up a free dryer that someone was giving away (ours had quit heating last week, and while we probably could have fixed it, since it would only be a matter of replacing the heater, we haven't much time, so just getting another, especially at the price of free, made sense), and then in Antnas to give Baron Egil his Pelican vigil book, which had been left on site for more people to sign after the group he was traveling with had to leave site earlier than planned due to a sick child.

I spent the week working at the Archives, where I made good progress--I am now over 750 Volumes of papers from the Luleå älvs flottningsföreningen that I have entered into the database and packaged up in archive boxes, only a two or three meters worth of shelf space left and that project will be complete. I have one more week of work in February, and then I need to decide if I want to extend the contract, if they are still interested in doing so (they were as of the end of the year, but it wasn't discussed this visit). I love the job, but the commute is a bit long. But I only have to do the drive once for a week's work, and I get to see friends there. Heck, bonus this time, I went to the Phire jester group training one evening, and met a new person who does acroyoga! She taught me some things I didn't already know, and I shared some of my favourites with her. So. Much. Fun!

Herstory road trip I managed to get my forty hours of work done by Thursday afternoon, after which I stopped by Master SvartulvR's house to drop off his scroll he'd received on Saturday, but which got left behind when his group had to leave site early due to a sick child, and then I headed home, picking up Keldor and the cats on the way.

We had enough time to unload the car, unpack everything I had brought to Luleå for the week, and do the last minute packing stuff (food, toiletries, pillows) for the next road trip, and even take a short nap before the others arrived to pick us up. Five of us from Reengarda, in one car. We drove all night (well 8 hours of it, anyway) on Thursday night/Friday morning (the driver for that shift normally works nights; the rest of us slept as she drove) to Gävle, where the aunt of one of us lives, and we all curled up on proper beds to sleep away the morning, arising around 11:00 for a leisurely breakfast before setting out for the final three hours drive, which we extended by a stop in a second hand store to have a look (I bought 6 meters of fine very dark blue with widely spaced white stripes wool twill for only 400 SEK, Keldor bought a backgammon game board for only 100 SEK, and I think most of the others found small treasures, too).

The event itself was lots of fun, but as Keldor wrote it up, and google translate exists, I will just link to his summary (a few things didn't translate that well, but it is mostly good enough. However, you should know that "möhippa" is a "bachelorette party", not a "bachelor party").

Then we did the long drive home, in one go, not counting a stop to look at a runestone on the way (see his event writeup for a photo), and many stops for toilet, and even one to fuel the car.

A week of trying to be a student again Now that the major events for the month were past, it was time to focus on trying to finish up the X-ray diffraction data processing for my research for my Masters in Archaeology, so I can get that data into the paper in progress. That is finally going well, and the end is in sight. I also managed to get everything unpacked after the event, and tidy up the house a little, and do some Swedish studying, since I signed up for the Swedish For Immigrants course again--this time to focus on trying to learn how to properly pronounce Swedish, since I haven't managed to do that in 12 years of living here.

On Line Kingdom University Given the success of the pandemic era online University events, we have decided to do one online, and one in person University every year, so to increase the chances for participation. There were many of us who attended this weekend, and lots of interesting classes. I spent Friday evening hanging out in the University Zoom, both attending classes, and just visiting with folks, while working on a computer-based art project, and attended a couple of classes on Saturday, Saturday night's bardic, and a class on Sunday. During the hours we weren't at the event we made progress on home renovations (a serious upside to online events!). Now we have removed all of the loose plaster (or whatever one calls the layer between the concrete wall and the old tiles) in the area where the downstairs shower will be, swept up the dust after it settled (a full bucket worth), and have painted the concrete with the primer that needs to go on before we build the wall back up again ready for the tile.
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The trip to Spring Crown was fun. Josie and I were smart enough to start out Thursday after work and go as far as Umeå, where we stayed in the guest room at Hjalmar's apartment. Bright and early the next morning we picked up Wilhelm at his place, and Jessica at hers, and started south. Josie, wonderful lady that she is, did all of the driving on the southern trip. On a normal road trip I would have been sewing, but on this occasion I didn't sew at all, but was content to just talk with people. I guess that still being in recovery from surgery mode was probably a factor in that.

We reached site Friday evening around 18:30, or about half an hour after site opened. Josie and I had paid for beds, and oh, such a nice room we got. Our room had one big bed comprised of two single beds pushed together, another single bed against a wall, that had already been claimed by someone, a sofa, a door in one corner that looked like it might lead to a big closet, but turned out to be a private shower and sink, and a smaller door in another corner that was a closet, and the heraldry on the costume hanging there told me that the claimed bed belonged to Jahanara. The list on the door revealed that there was one more person yet to arrive, so Josie and I decided to share the big bed, and we moved the couch aside and took the mattresses out from under our bed and set them against the wall for the fourth lady.

Then we got dressed and went out in search of the evening food (I wasn't hungry, but Josie was). After she ate and I hugged All The People (she commented after about half an hour "you sure know lots of people here!" it was time to head to court. It being a Friday evening I couldn't help but wonder if the Crown might take the opportunity to send someone on vigil for one of the orders (though I knew, of course, that they wouldn't be doing that for a Laurel). Therefore, I was hopeful that this was it when, towards the end of court, the autocrats were called up to make their announcements, after which Her Majesty called Ingrid over (and had someone bring up a chair for her), so that she could extend her personal thanks for Ingrid's willingness to step up and take the lead on the event, which had been Isabetta's suggestion in the first place, before she got distracted by her Champion winning Crown. Sure enough, my anticipation was correct, for after the thanks were given, the Order of the Pelican was called forward to take her away to stand vigil and consider joining the Order. Before they did a few nice words were said, and Ingrid was in tears from the moment she understood what was happening. After court Josie commented that it was so touching that even though she didn't know any of the people involved she still teared up.

I was already tired from the long drive (and being only two weeks post surgery), but Ingrid is one of those people I really admire, and I felt it was important to join the vigil queue, so I stayed up. The guy holding the list announced that since the Theatre Arts are important to Ingrid he would be willing to accept bribes in the form of Theatre presentations to consider moving people higher on the list than they started out. So, of course, I had to perform something, and chose the Prologue to the Canterbury Tales, since I have had that one memorised since I was like 13 years old, and have performed it for the Norrskens Bard competition, so it was reasonably fresh in my mind (thought I am pretty certain I skipped the line about Zepherus' sweet breath, oops). I enjoyed talking with people for an hour or so as they worked through all the Pelicans (there were a lot of them on site) and then started on the "everyone else" list. Eventually I got to the point that I was just too tired to stay up longer, so I told the keeper of the list that I was going to have to give up and go to bed, unless there were a chance to take cuts. He told me who was next and to ask him if I could, so I did, and Erik said I could.

I am glad that he did, it was so nice to go in and speak with her (in Swedish!), and hug and cry a bit together. Ingrid tells me that she will come north for a visit when she has recovered enough from surgery that she is walking properly again. I really look forward to that. Then I went to bed at 23:30 and slept deeply till 05:30, when I was AWAKE. They had announced the night before that breakfast would open at 07:30 for fighters and consorts, and at 08:00 for everyone else, as the fighters needed time to digest before armour inspection at 09:00. Therefore I had promised Wilhelm that I would join him for breakfast. I didn't feel sleepy at that point, and I knew that if I managed to go back to sleep anyway I would wind up missing breakfast, so I got up and went for a walk. I first checked the building where Wilhelm was sleeping, and found that the crash space room where he was was a sun-room on the side of the building, with lots of windows, and a deck outside it. He was (of course) still asleep, so I went for a walk.

I climbed the hill on the other side of the road from the site and admired the rock there, then walked along the edge of the lake to a nature reserve and climbed the hill there and admired the rock. That got the clock to 07:00, so I went back to the crash space room, where Wilhelm was waking up, and he and I went to breakfast. After breakfast I helped him re-tape his sword and took my tourney chest out to the side of the list field, after loading it with snacks and water for the day. Then it was time for armour inspection (of course he passed). He had made a new surcote for the occasion, so he looked good too, even if his borrowed helm is a bit rusty. There was time after inspection to braid his hair before the tourney.

The tournament had 22 couples sign up, but one couple had to withdraw. Even so this was the largest Crown List Drachenwald has ever had. The normal Drachenwald Crown is run as a round-robin tournament, with every fighter fighting every other fighter. But they knew that would take too long with this many, do they divided it into two fields, with approximately equal skill levels on each (dividing up the knights, etc.). They also took some care to make certain that fighters who live in the same town aren't on the same field, unless there were more than two of them, in which case they tried to split them up equally. They had someone to fight the bye-fights, so that every fighter would get to face ten opponents on their field. Then the best three from each field faced one another for a second round-robin list, and finally the best two from that did a final round.

Before the tournament started was the invocation of the lists, where heralds presented each couple and boasted on their behalf. Except for two couples. When it was our turn instead of delegating our boast to a Herald I introduced myself and told everyone present that I considered myself the most fortunate of a consorts present, because my champion:

Wilhelm, son of Mar, was born to be a warrior
For he swings his sword with grace and beauty as he fights
His speed and fluid movement, as he dances o're the field
brings joy to all who witness as he enters in the fray.

Yet Wilhelm, son of Mar, is more than just a warrior,
true he swings his sword with grace and beauty as he fights,
yet his courtesy and service, as he lends a helping hand
brings joy to all who witness, as he often saves the day.

Wilhelm, son of Mar, is my heart's most favoured warrior
as he swings his sword with grace and beauty as he fights.
He will carry well my favour, as I send him to the field
and he'll bring joy to all who witness as he enters in the fray.


The other couples who choose not to use a herald, it was the fighter who spoke, and praised his wonderful consort, and then briefly introduced himself. Before the tourney Wilhelm said that his goal was, as always, to have fun, and he wanted to make the other fighters work. He achieved his goal, with many good, fun fights. He managed four victories, and three other fights were closely matched and lasted a while. He even managed to lay stick on them, but due to timing issues between when he stepped and when he swung just that moment, didn't have the power needed to take those bouts. The only fast bout he had was when Morales managed a beautiful single shot to his face before Wilhelm had time to do anything, which is pretty impressive considering how quick my champion is.

Once they moved on to semi finals Wilhelm took the opportunity to pull out his phone and report on the remainder of the tournament as it happened, so that the people watching the day via FB could know how it went. After the tournament Josie and I went down to the market and Wilhelm went to fight pickups. I managed to refrain from buying anything, but she wound up getting a couple of gifts. She even gave me one--a lovely cloak clasp in my colours!

Then I took a 40 minute nap and got up on time for the banquette, which was served at 15:00, which meant that I got to eat! Josie had saved us a place at the end of one of the tables, which turned out to be perfect, as the servers were able to easily find me to bring me the special vegetarian no-wine or vinegar dishes that had been prepared (or in some cases just set aside before adding sauce) for me. There was a bit of time after feast to visit with people before court, during which time Josie wound up making friends with a little girl from Finland (the daughter of the Baron and Baroness--the same child whose company I enjoyed when I was at an event in Kaarnemaa year or so ago) who is really good at English. She sat between us for Court, and was delightful company. Court opened with the Pelican ceremony, which, of course, was full of praise for the wonderful Ingrid, followed by a variety of other well-deserved awards for others. Then the Prince and Princess held court, and towards the end of their court the little girl asked "will it be done soon?" I had insider info about one piece of business in the King and Queen's court that hadn't happened yet, so I told her that there was still more to go, at which point the girl relaxed again and waited patiently. Very soon thereafter the court was passed back to the Crown, and not long thereafter they called up Mistress Victoria to give her a Writ summoning her to Coronation (which is being hosted by her local group), where she will sit vigil for the Order of the Laurel. Then court was ended and we kids were free to go play (and, in my case, do yoga).

Not long after court the room was cleared for dancing, and I danced for all of the first set and much of the second before I realised that since I would need to do all of the driving home perhaps I should go to bed. I did pause to say goodnight to a few more people, and chatted with each of them for longer than I should have, but still made it to bed just after midnight. I got up just before 06:00 and started packing. After I got my stuff organised I went to breakfast with the others. Just after breakfast, as I was driving the car around to the door, it started raining lightly, but not enough to interfere with loading the car. While we were loading it turned into pretty light, fluffy (and very wet) snowflakes, and I jumped for joy at the beauty of it (some of the others on site were not impressed).

We managed to get the car loaded and started driving (Josie at the wheel) just before 10:00. We took her to one of the suburbs north of Stockholm, where she was going to meet a friend, and dropped her off an hour and a half later. From there home I had to do all of the driving. When we reached Umeå we dropped off Hampus's stuff at his place, and he grabbed a couple of things to take north with him, then we dropped Jessica off at her place just after 20:00. While we were unloading her stuff my phone rang; it was Hjalmar wondering if we were back yet, and reminding me that I was supposed to pick up the stuff that Linda had left with him for me when she moved to the UK. Since I was feeling a bit tired I decided that it was a good idea to head to his place, where Wilhelm helped Hjalmar eat his dinner and I took a 20 minute nap.

I woke up as Hjalmar was trying on a suit coat that doesn't fit quite right--bigger in the waist than he needs, but a bit tight across the chest if he buttons it. He was wondering if it could be altered to solve that problem, and I thought that it could. So I took the time to pin it at the lower back to show how much fabric could be taken away there to make a better fit at the waist, which fabric could then be split in two at the mid seam, and each segment inserted between an arm and the front of the jacket. I think it will work, and it will be interesting to see how it comes out, but I didn't have time to stay for the cutting, and we got back on the road.

I am so glad that Wilhelm agreed to head all the way home with me, as the conversation kept me awake enough to drive. We got home at 00:30 and opted to only unload the things that really needed to come in right away (pillows! food that wanted to go into the fridge, glasses case, toothbrush) the rest we left for the night. We did yoga, I found him a pillow for the guest bed, and I was in bed by 01:30.

Monday I managed to go to work, but I didn't accomplish as much as I would have liked. Tuesday morning I put Wilhelm on a bus home and I went to the office and had a very productive day, but didn't get to bed till almost 02:00, which meant that I was still tired when I woke up at 05:30 to go pick Josie up from the train station (train arrived at 06:30). Therefore I didn't bother to get dressed--just went in my pyjamas. How wonderful to be able to do that, and not need to stop and put on a bra first!

Then I took a nap, and went in to work around 10:00, where I wasn't as productive as I would have liked. That evening was Josie's last in town, so David, Caroline, and Julia all made it over to hang out with her one last time (I took a nap on the couch after work and before Josie and I went out to the store to pick up more alvadon (while it doesn't *hurt*, I do have enough discomfort in the upper chest area (not where the incision is, which kinda surprised me) that I am taking pills for it every so often, and, since there was still a reliable care available, some bags of dirt that I will use for planting kale when I get back from the UK, by which time the snow should have finished melting. When we got back from the errands I had time to bake a quick coffee cake with red currants in it before the others arrived. We had a delightful evening, and I went to bed before 23:00.

I didn't need to drive Josie to the airport this morning, since she had to return the rental car. Therefore, while I woke up to hug her goodbye when she left at 05:30, I went back to sleep for another 20 minutes before getting up with enough energy to take my trike into work. I had a productive day running an experiment in the lab, then came home, ate too much food, had a nap, and then drove in to Frostheim's monthly crafts night, picking up Louise on the way. Had a delightful evening there, and then picked up my computer from my office and brought it home.

In other news, When I was in Seattle at the end of November/beginning of December I should have applied for the next round of student aid from the Swedish government, but never thought of it. When I first got back I did think of it, and went to their web page, but was obviously not thinking clearly, because I saw the little box notification saying that they had received my application, and a date, and foolishly thought it meant I didn't need to do anything. Some time later I thought to look at their web page again, realised that the date in that box was last school year's info (remember I started my program in January), and I was already late to be applying for this year. oops!

So I quickly turned in everything I thought they needed. They replied with a "send us the following", I did that, and they replied with a "no, we need an official letter from your school saying that you are approved to continue studies" (something not available on Durham's "self-service portal", so I contacted a human and got such a letter printed.

Yesterday I got the good news that my application was approved, and the bad news that one only gets back-dated money for studies for four weeks before the application date, which, in my case, was 22 Feb. So I am out a bit of money for part of January. Good thing I realised I needed to apply when I did. On the other hand, when I looked at the list of payments I will be getting, I see that even without the bit I applied to late for the total for the year will still be a little more than I got last year.

But now it is after midnight, and I need to do my yoga and get some sleep. I think I won't bother to set an alarm, but just sleep till I wake and then work from home.
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Earlier this year I was put in touch with a woman at the Silvermuseet in Arjeplog, who, my contact tells me, had collected a fair bit of soapstone artefacts from the Viking Age. When I wrote to her she replied that they were really busy just then with some applications, but perhaps I could come visit in March? Since Josie would be here for all of March and wanted to do at least one road trip that wasn't for an SCA event, I replied that March was perfect, and we agreed on Friday the 22nd, but didn't discuss a time.

When my surgery was scheduled for the 14th I wondered how I would be doing and if I would be up for that trip, but decided to wait till after surgery--if I needed to cancel the trip, then doing so early in the week would probably be fine, and if not there was no need to to let her know that I had wondered if I would be up for it. But the first half of the week was busy, and I didn't get around to writing her till Wednesday evening to ask if we were still on for Friday, and what time would be good for her? Given that it is a three hour drive to Arjeplog from here Josie and I decided that it would make sense to head out Thursday evening, so that we would have the day there on Friday. Then Josie decided that she didn't want to drive after dark, which meant we should go Thursday afternoon.

When I didn't see a reply to my email on Thursday morning I tried calling the lady, but her office phone didn't answer, and the mobile number she sent didn't work at all. So I tried the main museum number, and the lady I spoke with (in Swedish!) explained that my contact was in Piteå giving a lecture, but she would contact her for me and ask her to give me a call. While waiting for the call we finished packing and loading up the car, taking longer about it than normal, since I still need to take it easy. About 15:00, right when we really should have been leaving if we wanted to get there before full dark, I she finally called, to say that yes, tomorrow is still good, but she isn't available till 14:00.

At which point Joise and I decided that it would make more sense to stay home one more night, and head out in the morning. So we changed our hotel reservations to Friday night instead, did a short visit to Gammelstad, relaxed a bit, and then did yoga and went to bed early.

Today, if we get on the road in good time, we should have time to stop by Storforsen on the way.
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Now that Thorvald has returned to Avacal I suppose I should try to record some of the adventures we had while he was here…

He arrived on Thursday the 7th of June. I worked that morning getting training on the SEM (Scanning electron microscope), and then picked him up at the airport. We took it easy the first night, as he hadn’t gotten much sleep during the flight, and I had stayed up too late Wednesday evening trying to accomplish everything that I thought needed doing before he arrived. Friday morning he and I walked to the university, where I did an acroyoga session with Johan, and Thorvald tried a couple of the easiest poses. Then we walked home and enjoyed a relaxed evening. Saturday we drove out to Storforsen (beautiful, as always, and quite high water levels, since it was such a good snow year). Sunday he joined us for the folk dance session, and on Monday we hopped into the car (borrowed David’s blue car, since there were no rental cars available anywhere in Luleå on such short notice) and drove to Lofoten. Ten or eleven hours later we were at Rachel’s house in Kabelvåg. We sat up talking till nearly midnight, and got up on time to have breakfast with her before she went to work.

Tuesday’s adventure started with a visit to Aalan Gård, a goat farm and local cheese shop. I had enjoyed their cheese back in 2012, when I bought some at the gift shop of the Viking Museum, so this time I decided to go straight to the farm and buy from them directly. We arrived shortly after their 10:00 opening time, and were the first visitors of the day. We were greeted (in English), but the daughter of the house, who gave us a tour that included looking into the cheese making rooms, seeing the herb drying room, the herb garden, pointed out the goats about to head up the side of the mountain for the day’s grazing (they are taken out each morning by a person, but come home in the evening on their own), etc.

Our next stop of the day was at Lofotr, the Viking museum. We enjoyed wandering around the museum, the long house, looking at the depression in the ground where the original long house had been, walking down to the lake to look at the viking ship (not sailing that day). We also stopped by the archery range, where the ladies on duty (in viking costumes, of course) invited us to try shooting at the target. Thorvald, of course, said yes to that (he has always loved archery, and even has his pelican for encouraging combat archery in An Tir back in the early days of combat archery). He did quite ok shooting at the target, despite the fact that the bow and arrows they have out for visitors aren’t the best, and he hadn’t tried that particular combination before. Therefore the lady said “now hit the bottle”, so he turned a little, took aim at the empty plastic bottle hanging from a string near the target, released, and the arrow bounced off the bottle before falling to the ground. Satisfied that he had complied with the lady’s request, he loosed the final arrow at the normal target again.

We spent most of the day at Lofotr, and then drove home the long way, around the far side of the island (stopping for photos along the way, of course), and spent a lovely evening hanging out with Rachel and working on sewing projects.

Wednesday we climbed Kjeldbergting, a small mountain not from from Rachel’s house. This is a view from the top:

mountain view

Thursday we did the long drive back to Luleå, taking a detour to see if we could find the soapstone deposit at Lautakoski. Before the trip I had used the lantmateriet web page to look at the area in terrängskuggning ( literally “terrain shadows”, but actually LIDAR images), where I could see two depressions that could be quarrying—one on the east side of the river, one on the west. The western was the larger of the two, so we told the GPS to take us there. However, when we were 4.5 km from the destination we came to where we should turn off of the paved road and onto a dirt one, which had a locked gate. We considered walking in. However, it was nine hours since leaving Rachel’s that morning, and three more hours of driving before we could be home, so we opted to just get back in the car and head back to Luleå and get some sleep before Spelmansstämman (folk music festival) started on Friday.

The rest of our adventures will have to wait till another time, as it is already after 22:00, and I still need to do yoga and get some sleep, since I have to work tomorrow.
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Now that I finally have a chance to do so, I will try to remember the rest of my Trondheim trip. When last I left off typing about itwe were still in Sollefteå, waiting for the car to be fixed. Since I have posted twice since then you have probably guessed that it was, in fact, fixed. They had it done late enough in the day that, even though we departed promptly for Trondheim, it was 23:20 before we arrived at the airbnb we had booked, so we just did yoga and went straight to sleep. The next morning we decided to head straight down the hill and look for adventures. It took about an hour to get from our room to the place where the boat would have departed for the island with the monastery (see above post for link). However, there was a sign saying that the season for it doesn’t open for another few weeks. So instead we went over to the cathedral. They wouldn’t permit photos inside, so Hjalmar took out pencil and paper and drew sketches of patterns in the stone that he liked, thinking that they would make good patterns for embroidery.

From there we went on a quest for lunch, since we hadn’t had time to cook anything before leaving the room, and we had finished the road food, and the food we made at Åsa’s before arriving in Trondheim (three days to do do a 10 hour drive will do that to food supplies). After looking for a while we found an Indian restaurant that had both things I was willing to eat and he was able to eat (he is both gluten/grain intolerant and can’t have milk products). After that we went to the museum associated with the cathedral, and when it closed met my friend Agnes (the geologist I met at an SCA event in Stockholm the year before I moved to Sweden) and her partner at a local restaurant, where they had just finished eating, and walked with them to an ice cream stand over by the harbour. It had been a rather hot day, so I happily ate some raspberry sorbet to help recover from the heat (and, since they had sorbet, Hjalmar could have some, too). We hung out with them till about 19:00, and then they gave us a ride up the hill, for which my toes were very grateful. It was the first time this year that I have worn my sandals, and I managed to raise blisters on my big toes as the straps were too tight.

Once home we rested a bit and then walked back to the nearby grocery store we had passed, to discover that it was closed for the holiday. So we consulted with google and realised that all of the nearby stores were closed, but there was one only a bit further away that was open for another hour. So we got the car and went to get some food. Luckily, google was correct, and that one was open. We had thought to head straight back to the room and cook food for lunch the next day (and Hjalmar’s second dinner). However, as we were in line to pay my phone rang. It was Johannes, my contact at the stone workshop. He and his family had been in town for adventures on the holiday, and he had only just seen my message in reply to his of the day before telling me that he would be in town. He explained that he wasn’t planning on working on Friday, and that he lives 1.5 hours from the city (including time on a ferry), so my only chance to meet him in person was just then. So we stopped by the room long enough to put the frozen blueberries in the freezer and the other food into the fridge (except for the jar of olives, which Hjalmar brought along and then ate for his second dinner), and then drove down the hill, meeting Johannes, his wife, and six year old daughter on the grass between the cathedral and the river. We had a nice visit with them, and then returned up the hill at 22:00, and finally cooked food for Friday’s lunch.

The kitchen that the airbnb was sadly lacking in many things I would consider basic, but it had a rice cooker. Therefore we tossed some rice in to cook, and then poured a bag of frozen mixed veg on top and let it cook while we did yoga. This meant that we made it to bed at just after midnight, which meant that I wasn’t surprised when Hjalmar decided to sleep in when I got up at 06:30. I managed to walk down the hill in only 52 minutes, which put me at the workshop at 08:19. I was met on arrival by Eva, who did her Bachelor’s thesis on: Fra fast fjell til gryte: Å arbeide med kleberstein, - hva skjuler seg i prosessen? (From solid rock to cooking pot: Working with soapstone, - what is hiding in the process?). She also wrote one of the chapters (on how soapstone quarrying was done in the middle ages) in the book on soapstone in the north. I knew who she was, of course, from that chapter but until Johannes had told me the night before to look for Eva, I hadn’t realised she works at the cathedral.

She presented me with a large octagonal block of soapstone, and showed me how to mark lines on it and cut off the corners, using a claw foot chisel for most of the work, then a smooth edge one to flatten off the edges, and a flat headed axe to then gently tap away the last of the raised bit in the middle, before switching to a rasp to file it to a new plane. She told me that I might have time to convert two or three corners into nice smooth planes on that day, and I managed 5.5 of them (see the post from the other day for a photo) before the last person working that day was ready to go home and I had to be done. Hjalmar, who joined me in the workshop about an hour after I arrived, was kind enough to walk back up the hill to get the car, since the block of stone (and the smaller ones they gave him) were too big to carry back up. This meant I had an extra hours I could work.

I have a copy of Eva’s thesis, which includes photos of the process, and I took photos of the various tools. Now I need to make time to assemble some scrap wood into a trough to hold the pot in progress (one fills the trough with soapstone sand (I brought some with me, and they had plenty to spare, creating more on a daily basis as they do) and then sets the pot in it, and it stays where one wants it to while working) so that I can get back to work on it.

After we were done in the workshop I was tired and just wanted to head back to the room, but Hjalmar, who had much less time carving stone than I (he also spent more time during the lunch break talking to people, while I returned promptly to carving), wanted to do more exploring Trondheim. So I left him in town and drove the car home and spent the evening happily relaxing with my computer and cooking more food for the trip home. I wanted to make some naan, but after I got the dough mixed I realised that the oven, which I had turned on when I started, hadn’t actually gotten warm at all. So I buttered each piece, cooked the butter side on a frying pan, buttered the other side, cooked that one on the frying pan, and then put it into the microwave for a bit to get the middle bit, while I started the next piece. It worked. I can’t say that it was the best naan I had ever had, but it worked, and it gave me some bread for road food. A bit later I saw the owner of the place, and told him that the oven wasn’t working, and he told me I could use his kitchen upstairs. I asked how late that offer was open, as we also wanted to bake some cookies. He said any time, so I took him at his word, and when Hjalmar got home at 22:10 we went up stairs and invented another gluten-free, milk-free cookie:

Blueberry cookies with almond meal and rice flour


1 bag of frozen blueberries (minus the handful I had had with my muesli that morning)
1 T coconut oil
The rest of the almond meal we had (~1/2 cup? 1 cup?)
Some rice flour (add it last, in small amounts, till it feels right).

Partially thaw berries in the microwave and mash. Mix in the rest of the ingredients (it would be wise to blend the oil with the flours first, instead of putting it directly into the still cold berries like we did) till it forms a wet but coherent dough. Drop by spoonfuls onto a baking tray and bake till they are solid and the bottoms start to brown.

These were quite yummy. Very mild, not so sweet, but very delightful (and purple!) road food.

However, we stayed up late enough baking that I didn’t even start yoga that night till 01:12 on Saturday morning, which meant that I slept in, not getting up till after 10:00. I took my time getting ready that morning, packed up the food, loaded the car, and we were finally ready to start driving at about 13:00. On the advice of Agnes and her partner our first stop was to see the long house at the Stiklestad fold museum. From their we continued north on the E6, with the plan of staying in Norway till Mo i Rana, where we would turn east to cross into Sweden and then work our way north east back to Luleå. Therefore we asked the GPS for Mo i Rana. While the phone GPS is easier to use (especially if one wants to see the full suggested route at once), using the actual GPS means that it will constantly tell us what speed we are going, what the current speed limit it, and how many hours to the destination. After some hours of driving the GPS told us to exit the E6 to #73 and continue on our way another hour or two to the destination. So we took the exit, drove past a really pretty mountain in the Hattfjelldal area (there were, sadly, no parking areas anywhere along that road from which one could see that mountain). Some time later we found a parking area with very pretty views in all directions, so we stopped there for yoga (see my FB cover photo), after which I lay down on the mattress in the car for a 20 minute nap while he had some food, and then we resumed driving.

Not so very long thereafter we saw a sign announcing that we had reached the Swedish border, which really surprised us, since the GPS said it was still an hour and a half or so to Mo i Rana. So checked the map, and we realised that the computer had decided to send us an odd way to Mo I Rana, and if we followed its instructions it would tell us to turn north again at Tärnaby and then head back towards Norway again. That didn’t make much sense in terms of heading home, so instead we cancelled that destination, and suggested that the GPS just guide us home instead. Which it did, with no further weird routes. We had originally planned to sleep somewhere on the way and make it a two day trip home, since when we had asked google in advance it told us that Trondheim-Luleå by way of Mo i Rana would be 14 hours of driving time. However, due to the different path we wound up taking, we spent only 15 hours total, including all of the stops for adventures, toilets (or road side), and petrol, arriving at my place at 04:00 Sunday morning.
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On Thursday evening I asked GoogleMaps how long it would take to get to the event (three hours driving time), and I determined that I could get there by the time site opens at 19:00 if I were to leave by 15:00 (one loses an hour when one crosses the border to Finland). Therefore, if I wanted to stop by and visit my friend Å, who lives about 1/3 of the way to the event, and return his SCA stuff that he left here before heading south for a visit some months back, I should leave by noon, so I would have time to chat a bit before heading on. By that point in the evening I was kinda tired (I didn't look this up till getting home from the Frostheim social night), so I decided that I could just do yoga and go to sleep, and pack in the morning, since I planned to travel kinda light (but not as light as I will need to pack for Crown, to which I will be flying carry-on only).

This was a very good plan. I got up at a reasonable time Friday morning, and gathered what I wanted to bring with me. Right up to the point where it was time to put the food I was bringing into one of the soft-sided "ice chests". Everything else had been packed into period looking containers, but all of the soft ice chests we have look totally modern. No one but me will ever care, but I care. So I decided that it was time to make a wool cover for one of the medium sized ones which have the silvery metallic fabric outer layer. At that point it was 11:00, so I had an hour to spare if I were going to do the stop to visit Å, and, since it is just a cover for a modern item, I figured I could use the treadle sewing machine, and it would go pretty fast. And it did, too, right up to the point where I realized that it would be hard to make the attachment of the wool to the area next to the bag zipper with the sewing machine, so I decided to do that part by hand, and, while I was at it, the second pass of covering the bright red nylon webbing strap, too, so that no machine sewing would be visible.

Since I was putting in the extra time, I also took a sewing break to have some lunch, which meant that I didn't actually finish up, fill the bag with food, load the car, and start driving till 15:30. This meant that I arrived at the ferry about half an hour after site opened, which was still in very decent time.

The site is on an island, to which they are in the process of building a bridge--it is now possible to walk across the bridge to fetch the hand-crank car ferry, but it isn't yet possible to drive upon the bridge. Since I don't read Finnish the autocrat told me in advance that I should just come to the ferry landing, call him, and he would come help me get across the water. I am really glad that he did. While it turned out to be a fairly simple task to put in the lock so that one can drive onto the ferry, then unlock the ferry, and spin the wheel to drag the ferry across the river, then put in the lock on the other side so that the car can drive off the ferry, I wouldn't have wanted to make guesses as to what to do without someone there to show me.

The site was a lovely one--pretty in the same sort of way as our new Norrskensfest site--lovely old red building clustered together on the banks of a lake. This site is smaller--it has only 40 beds, but that was a generous plenty for the 23 of us who attended the event (8 of whom were small children who seemed to spend most of their time smiling). When I arrived the downstairs beds had been claimed, so I explored upstairs, and decided on the top bunk in the gable room at the back of the house that has a balcony in it (who can resist a balcony?). As it turned out, no one claimed the other bunk, so I had a room to myself, though I had to walk through a room with two single beds in it, both of which got claimed.

The event had been advertized and a low-key, relaxed event, and, indeed it was. The only things which were on the published schedule were meals, and the fact that the sauna would be available in the evenings. Everything else was optional "do it when/if you feel for it". I brought my dulcimer, and had it out to play with on four different occasions (once on Friday, and three times on Saturday), including providing tiny hints of music during the lulls in the Baroness'es court (sadly, the Baron, who had been looking forward to heading north for the event, got sick and couldn't come) while waiting for people to come forward). That was more playing than I had done in the past several months, and I feel inspired to do more of it.

I had brought with me a variety of projects, but only took out the nålbinding, which is much closer to done than before I arrived. Since the event was a harvest festival I made a point of doing some harvesting. I noticed that the red currant bush near the kitchen and parking area had berries on it, so I asked the kitchen if they wanted some berries to add to the lunch and/or feast. Of course they said yes, and handed me a large ceramic bowl. That first bush had lots of berries (compared to my poor bird-stripped red currant bushes at home), but they still barely covered the bottom of the bowl. However, I figured that there were plenty more bushes in the area, so I started working my way around the perimeter of the lawn, stopping to eat raspberries at each raspberry bush I passed (the raspberries wouldn't have been worth picking for the kitchen--they were a bit too juicy (too much recent rain) and often had mold or worms, so one had to actually look at them before eating, but the ones that passed inspection still tasted ok. Sure enough, I found another bush or two in that quadrant of the yard, but then, when I worked my way around behind the sauna I discovered the main red currant area--so many bushes that I quit picking berries because I was tired of it, not because I had run out of berries to pick (at that point the bowl was more than half full). The kitchen was pleased--they put berries out for lunch, and still had enough left to use as garnish for some of the feast dishes, which, combined with the fresh salad greens, meant that everything served was really pretty.

I didn't partake of the smithing workshop, nor the archery, but the others seemed to enjoy both activities. The only dancing we did was late in the feast--the children wanted to dance, so a handful of us adults joined them, and we did several bransles before the parents announced that it was bedtime. I let one of the Finnish speakers call the dances (I provided the music from my phone, projected through the CD player the autocrat provided), so that the kids would understand the instructions.

This morning I packed up my stuff and loaded the car, feeling somehow "wrong" to have the car so empty. Then one of the parents asked me if I had extra room. Their family has no car anymore, so they had gotten a ride from the other family, but between the two families there were too many people to all fit in the car at once, so the car had to do two trips. The driver did *not* want to have to go over the ferry two times to get all the people and stuff to the other side. Of course I was happy to help, and not only took the overflow stuff and extra people across the ferry, but all the way to the home of driver, so that her husband and kids could stay home while she took everyone else home. Then I set off north towards the border, while they went south to their home.

Even with that extra delay I was home by 14:30 (gaining that hour back at the border helps), which meant that I had time to unload, relax with a book and some food, take a nap, and put away most of the things I had brought with me before it was time to head out to the first Folk Dance night of the season. That was much fun, and since getting home I have had a chance to check mail, update logs, and write the above. Now I had better get my yoga done and get some sleep, since I work tomorrow.
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Friday I managed to sleep in till after 9:00 (which gave me nearly 7 hours of sleep that night, which was nearly the most I managed the whole event--only Saturday night/Sunday morning saw more rest, and then I was still recovering from the drive south). It also turned out to be the warmest day, and rather sunny, so while many others were spending the day at the all important Knäckebröd War, fighting over which side of the flat bread one should butter, I spent my day in our own camp, enjoying the combination of tree and pavilion shade, and worked on a sprang belt in progress. It was lovely.

at 18:00 I reported to the "Youth Camp" and read out loud from a book that Sir Peregrine provided. I had seen a call on FB before the event for people to read aloud to the kids at the event, and said I would be willing, if I could do it in English (my Swedish pronunciation is still so bad I am not certain that the kids would understand me if I tried reading in Swedish). However, then I got busy with event prep, and never saw if anyone had replied, so it wasn't till I was on site and Beatrix asked me if I was still interested in reading that I thought of it again, and thus didn't have a good story book with me. So I sent a message to Peregrine, who was still in Luleå and would be arriving at the event in another day or two, and asked if he would be willing to bring something suitable, so he did, bringing a copy of Stig of the Dump, a book I had never heard of before. I had rather expected something with a more medieval flavour, but the small audiance of English speakers didn't seem to mind, and it was an interesting story (ok, I read only chapter 1 due to time constraints). I am pretty certain that most evenings the reading was in Swedish, and have no idea if they also had Finnish or German evenings (there were a fair few speakers of each language on site, of course).

After reading I went to evening Court, which started with Jovi's Pelican ceremony, which was another lovely ceremony. As we were waiting for Court I made a comment to Kaarina wondering if the Crown might decide to do yet another Peerage, but thought I was only joking, since two in one event is already quite many for Drachenwald. However, at the end of Court the Crown summoned the Knights, and this time sent them into the crowd to go find the candidate, and they made a good show of wandering back and forth searching before finally grabbing Viscount Torbjörn (who had been the first Prince of Nordmark I ever met). Unlike early in the week, when I heard a hint that there might be a knighting, and I simply knew who it would be (and was correct), for this one I had zero idea which person they were looking for (other than guessing that it wouldn't be Count Morales, who had only just received some other fighting related award just before they called up the knights), but that isn't really surprising, since I haven't really seen Torbjörn fight. He is from Baggeholm, which is almost as far south as one can go and still be in Sweden, and hasn't entered the two Coronet tournaments that Eino and I entered, and while he was in Crown, there were two lists for that tournament, and I really only watched Eino's fights.

Since I had missed Jovi's vigil the night before I went pretty much straight from Court to the vigil area, arriving even before the Knights escorted him into the tent. This meant that I was third on the list after the knights, but there were 24 knights at the event. After getting my name on the list I went back to the hall and did half an hour of yoga, and then wandered back towards the vigil to see how the line was progressing. On the way I stopped at the Fire Show that had just started (and had a huge crowd assembled to watch it). I watched for a short bit, but they were asking for way more audiance participation than I felt interested in (not just vocal responses, but having the audiance stand or sit or wave as people ran past, etc.), so I went back to the vigil tent and chatted with the smaller crowd that was there for a bit. They were still working their way through the knights, some of whom were ignoring the "three minutes" suggestion, I think. I was feeling tired by then, and decided that even though I was early in the list of non-knights, I would rather go get some sleep. Just when I considered taking my name off the list I noticed that Eino had picked up the book to add his name to it, so I suggested that I edit my name to say "and Eino", and then I could go to bed, and he could go in on his own in my stead. The people managing the book were ok with this, so I went to bed "early" (it was 02:00 before I managed to make it back to my own camp, got my teeth brushed and was in bed!).

Six hours later I got up and begin the process of breaking camp. My plan for Saturday had been to pack my stuff, drop the tent, go for a swim, help load the cargo van (or perhaps load the van and then swim, depending on how everyone else was doing), and then report for serving duty for the banquette. However, "it always takes longer than you think", and I didn't actually get any help from Eino in things like taking apart the rope bed and folding ground cloths because by the time I had finished packing most of my stuff into boxes he was only just starting to pack his pile of stuff, which meant that I had to wait to drop the tent. As a result the cargo van had been brought over and they had already started loading it before I finished my tent and started taking down the sunshade.

We had only managed to get the cargo van somewhere around 1/3 to 1/2 full before it was 17:30 and time for me to report to the kitchen, so, with regret, I hurried to my next duty and felt guilty for not being there for the rest of the loading, but also feeling confidant that the Archers had it all under control and it would go well. Serving was fun, and at the end of the feast they gave me a block of left over marzipan to take with us as road food. As soon as I was done serving I did some yoga, and then we hopped into the passenger van and started driving at 22:00 Saturday evening (the cargo van had left some amount of time before that, and the first car of Frostheim folk had left while it was still early in the day, which was probably a factor in how long it took to load the van, since those folk weren't available to help with the loading. However, one of them had a tight deadline for when he needed to be home, and naught could be done about it.

We had three people in the car willing to do all of the driving, which meant that I didn't need to do any of it, so I managed to sleep for a fair bit of the 18.5 hour drive north, 15.75 hours of which was actual driving time (I remembered to write down every start and stop time for the trip home), of which I slept 6 hours, in 15 minute to 1.5 hour chunks. This meant that we not only got home early enough that I managed to get to Folk Dance on Sunday evening, I even had enough energy to dance!
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On Saturday evening I got a message from O., who was at a dinner party with old friends from the student theater group he used to be active with, saying that he had just heard that his grandmother's health had taken a turn for the worse, and his dad was quite worried about it. He commented that he felt the need to head over to Finland to visit his grandmother and see for himself how she was doing. I, of course, (after checking with [livejournal.com profile] lord_kjar that it would be ok to take the car) asked he he wanted company for the trip. He replied that he would be very grateful for the company, and the possibility to drive (otherwise the trip entails a bus to Haparanda, cross the river/international border on foot to Tornio, another bus to Oulu, then train to Kajaani, a journey that eats two days of travel because, of course, the various buses and trains don't have compatible schedules, but by car google thinks one can do the trip from my place in 5 hr, 21 minutes).

Since he was at a party with fiends he hasn't seen in quite a while he decided that it would be good to start the trip on Sunday morning, stay there overnight, and return Monday evening. This worked for me, since Monday was a holiday so I didn't need to be to work till today. When asked he thought we should plan to be on the road by 10:00 at the latest, so that we would have the time to get there before the nursing home his grandmother has been living at for the past eight years was closed for the day. I (and [livejournal.com profile] lord_kjar) had planned to visit M., a friend who is moving away on Sunday sometime between 10:00 and 16:00. Since this would be no longer possible, I sent M. a message letting him know that my plans had changed (and why), and if he were up late I could drop by that evening, once I had finished packing, since I had to go to that neighbourhood to pick O. up anyway. He said that he would be up, and I should head over.

I made time before heading out to bake a loaf of reiska to take along on the trip, since it is a nice dense bread that travels well, and I arrived at M's place around 23:30, and we had very nice visit till 0:49, when O. was home from the party and had his bag packed and was ready to go. It turns out that the reason M. is leaving is that he got a job in Ireland and is moving to Dublin. I am very excited for him, it sounds like a great adventure.

After I picked up O. he commented that given the one hour time change between Sweden and Finland, perhaps we should aim to be on the road at 09:00 instead of 10:00. This sounded reasonable to me. However, we then stayed up talking a couple of house, and so got to see the clocks jump an hour from 02:00 to 03:00, and we didn't actually go to sleep till nearly 05:00.

However, I still managed to get up on time to do my morning situps (but not my more serious workout) and pack the food bag and we actually started driving at 09:09. Since O. doesn't have a driver's licence his job was to keep me awake while I drove, which he did very well, and we enjoyed conversation the whole way there, quite forgetting to ever turn on music. We arrived at our destination at 16:46, which sounds like a lot longer than google's estimate above, but given the change in time zones, was actually quite reasonable since we stopped several times for pee breaks and petrol.

We went first to the nursing home to see his grandmother, who seems to be doing a little better than his cousin had reported at the start of the weekend, and after O's dad called and she recognized his voice, she became current enough in this time zone to recognize O., but she didn't have the energy for a long visit.

Then we went to his grandfather's apartment, which has been sitting empty for a couple of years, since his grandfather also spent a couple of years in a nursing home before dying last December, but O. and his parents (who live in southern Sweden) stay there every time they come visit, since it is in easy walking distance from the nursing home. I was really tired by that point, so I took an hour nap while he looked though the mail that has accumulated at the apartment since December and filled his dad in on more details of the current situation. Then we drove 45 minutes out to the home of his dad's cousin.

What a beautiful home they have--it used to be their summer house--a small log cabin on a lake in the hills to the north of Kajaain, that they have expanded to a full size house, and have been living in these last 8 years or so. This cousin speaks some English, and his daughter and her very tall partner, who were visiting for the holiday weekend, are fluent in English, so the conversation was a mix of both Finish and English. I was surprised at how often I caught a word in Finnish that I know, given how very few words I do know, but I guess the ones I know (including the numbers) are kind of basic and likely to come up in any given conversation.

They have a small friendly dog, who really wanted to help me with my yoga, and the 1 year old grandson (who is as tall as a typical two year old) came over to poke me in my nuppa (belly button) when I did my head-stand and my shirt fell just enough to expose it. He must have liked it, because when I was done with yoga he came back over, and tried to lift up my shirt so he could see my belly button again, causing his grandfather to say that the men in that family are not shy.

We had a really nice visit with them, and returned to the apartment in town around midnight, but didn't actually get to sleep till after 03:30 (I really enjoy O's company, but I don't tend to get much sleep when he is around).

Monday morning we slept in a bit (if one can count seven hours as "sleeping in") and visited his grandmother again, but she was pretty deeply asleep--she did squeeze his hand back when he held hers, but couldn't wake up enough to actually talk, so we didn't stay long, but he did make time to chat with the nurses on duty about her condition (of course I couldn't follow any of that part of the conversation, since my handful of Finnish words aren't useful when discussing medical conditions).

From there we went to the nearby home of another of his dad's cousins for lunch. This cousin speaks no English at all, so O. needed to translate for us to communicate. They fed us a yummy pie for desert, so I asked for the recipe, and I look forward to giving it a try:

Persikkapiirakka

Pohja:
125 g voita
1,25 dl sokeria
1 muna
3 dl vehnäjauho
1 tl leivinjauho

Rahkaseos:
1 pak rahkaa
1 dl vispikermaa
2-3 rkl sokeria
1 tl vaniljasokeria
3 munaa

--Vaahdota voi ja sokeri. Lisää muna ja jauhot
-- Levitä piirakka vuokaan
--pohjalla rahkatäytettä ensin" "sitten persikat ja loput täytteestä

180 C 35-40 min


Which means (more or less, I think):

Peach pie

crust:
125 g butter
1.25 dl sugar
1 egg
3 dl wheat flour
1 teaspoon baking powder

filling:
1 pkg curd cheese
peaches
1 dl whipping cream
2-3 tbsp sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
3 eggs

--cream together the butter and sugar, add the egg and flour
--spread crust into the pie dish
--mix filling and put half into the crust first, then the peaches and the rest of the filling

180 C, 35-40 mins
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We left their place at 16:03 and got home at 21:46, which looks like less than six hours of driving (and good conversation), but given that hour time change at the border, means that, with stops, it was nearly seven hours.

Needless to say, it wasn't a good weekend for exercise, but it was great for good company, and O.'s dad was really glad that he was able to make the trip on such short notice and report on grandmother's condition.

Now I need to see if I can manage to focus on work today--it being Tuesday I am on campus till time for Phire practice (and annual general meeting) followed by choir, so even though I made time to type this when I ought to be working, there is still time to accomplish a fair bit, in theory.
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(finally making time to post about this)

Last weekend was a fun adventure--Mom and I drove Thursday evening as far as my friend K's house, which took five hours, because we dropped [livejournal.com profile] lord_kjar off at the airport on our way out of town. Twice. (We got to the airport the first time, and he said "Where's my back pack?". It was right where he left it, on the floor by the door at his office. As a result what should have been a 15-20 minute detour took pretty much an hour with there-and-back again driving. Luckily, he still caught his flight on time.)

We arrived late, so pretty much went straight to sleep, and did our visiting with people in the morning over breakfast. Then mom, K, and I hopped in the car and drove south. We stopped at Skulleberget, where I had planned to do a quick climb up the mountain, at least as far as the cave, while mom relaxed in the visitor center. Sadly, it turns out that the visitor center isn't open this week--never mind that it was last week, and will be again later in the month.

Undaunted we instead drove across the highway and took the small road in to one of the other park entrances, just because none of us had ever been there before. That road leads past some cute old farm houses and a small village with lovely views out over the fjord, and ends at a park trail head. Since mom isn't up for hiking we just used the outhouse and then got back on the road.

The next stop was at a hotel with lovely views of a bridge, in hopes of getting mom some coffee. However, even though they serve lunch, they wouldn't sell us a cup of coffee, so we kept driving.

The next stop was the winner--the museum in Sundsvall, where we and a few other SCA people had a guided tour of the Högom find exhibit (but first we ate lunch at the cafe and mom got her coffee). I first read Margareta Nockert's book on the textiles from that find in 1998, and it was a delight to see the display. Not that they have much of the textiles here--the rest are apparently in Stockholm, but what they have were wonderful to see. And they have the buttons! Ok, round decorative things that attach to a clasp, not buttons in the modern sense. But they are every bit as stunning as the photos make them out to be. I want some. (Ok, I now have some--mom bought me the postcard with a photo of them, because she loves me.)

After that we drove across town and walked about on the burial mounds themselves. The local SCA kids grew up sledding on those hills.

Then we went out to the SCA event, which was held in a cute little scout cabin in the woods on the bank of the river. Lovely setting, nice hall (save for the part about sleeping on the third floor but the only toilets being on the first floor, I prefer a shorter trip for those middle of the night runs to the loo).

Friday night I did a talk on the history of the SCA and read Dorthea's story about the first event. Saturday after breakfast they started with a lecture on various types of embroidery during various SCA periods by an embroidery/research laurel. Then those of us who were doing hands-on workshops each had a quick turn to describe the stitch or technique we had on offer, then we each took a table and people came to us to learn (many people rotated through more than one workshop). Some of them learned osenstitch by working on the cloak, others on a scrap of fabric they could take home with them to look at later.

This mixed class approach worked really well in terms of everyone getting a chance to try everything, and made for good energy in the room. However, the cloak may not have gotten as much attention as it might have if the workshops were totally separate rooms or something. Not that I can complain, as of today (three days after the event), the cloak is up to 109 hours: the musical instrument is nearly done and the first set of northern lights is nearly done on the green part and well along on the red. It is looking likely that we will be able to finish this before the event (13-15 Nov).

Saturday evening was a pot-luck feast, which turned out to be a great feast for all carnivores and cheese lovers, but I felt bad for the poor woman sitting next to me, who has so many allergies that she just eats vegan to play it safe--not so much on that table in that category.

During the feast the Prince and Princess held court and gave my friend K her award of arms, which pleased me greatly (especially as I hadn't checked the registration list in advance, so didn't know they were coming, so I hadn't sent any award recommendations myself). They also gave another friend of mine an award for arts and sciences, to which my reaction was "She doesn't already have one?!". They also did a very nice speech to the new people, welcoming them, and encouraging everyone else to do so as well, since new people are the future of our society.

Sunday we helped out a bit with cleaning, and then got on the road early enough that even with one stop to visit friends on the way home we still got here on time for me to drop mom and the stuff at the house and head to our normal Sunday folk dance class, where I was delighted to discover that we have a couple of new people!

However, much though I would have loved to stay and keep dancing, I had to leave a bit early to head to the airport and pick [livejournal.com profile] lord_kjar.

Monday was our first Finnish class (which I already posted about), and Tuesday was choir. Today some friends came over to help me work on the cloak, and tomorrow is Frostheim's A&S night at the uni. This weekend is the first one without something planned in a while, and I am looking forward to it. Perhaps I will finish unpacking from the event--I have been too busy doing stuff in prep for Norrskensfest in November to get to that.
kareina: (fresh baked rolls)
One of our friends, K, who lives about 45 minutes south of Umeå, and so nearly 4 hours south of us, had decided she wanted to host a sit down dinner for New Year's Eve. She first considered a potluck, so that no one person would be overburdened with cooking. However, reading my friends' reports on their Thanksgiving dinners had me wanting to cook a traditional Turkey dinner just like I grew up with. When I suggested this she was enthusiastic, since she has seen them on TV, but never had a chance to try it. I couldn't do exactly what my family always did, since we normally roasted a twenty pound bird (one at Thanksgiving, and one at Christmas), and the largest I could find in the grocery store here was 5 kg. Therefore I bought two of them.

Since I would be cooking in someone else's kitchen a long way from home I did as much pre-cooking in advance as I could manage. I baked bread for the stuffing on the 27th so that it would have a bit of time to dry out before putting it in the birds, which I moved to the fridge to start thawing that afternoon. On the 29th I started the piecrust dough. This turned out to be the best crust I have made. My grandmother used to make hers with lard and (at least when doing a large batch, like for pasties) she would beat an egg with a spoon full of vinegar and enough water to make one cup of liquid for the dough. However, whilst that results in a good texture, I really don't like the flavour, since I don't like the taste of any pork products and I truly hate the smell and taste of vinegar. Therefor I used butter, as I always do (1 cup butter to 3 cups flour), but this time I used egg, lemon juice and water for the liquid, and it came out perfectly. I also started the refrigerator roll dough, browned up a mixture of ground moose meat, oats, egg and spices to be used for the stuffing, and mixed the spices with sugar for apple pie that day.

The next morning we packed up everything, and got on the road in the early afternoon, arriving at our destination at a good time to start baking the pies. We had brought with us our cool tool for peeling, coring, and slicing apples with an easy crank of a handle, and K. had gotten one for Christmas, so it took pretty much no time at all to get the apple pie ready, with two people slicing, me rolling out the dough, and a fourth nicely arranging the sliced fruit into the shell. I always do my apple pie the way my Aunt taught me—with the sliced apples piled up a good 4 inches higher than the top of the pie plate. This results in a nice domed crust, and the fruit cooks down to level with the rim during baking.

The pumpkin pie filling had been pre-cooked back in October, when the local store actually carried pumpkins (something that doesn’t usually happen in Sweden)—I had cut it up and roasted it then, and mashed the result and froze it. So on the day I needed only combine it with milk, cream, eggs, and spices. I had considered baking the rolls that evening, too. However, when I had consulted Google about turkey roasting times it was convinced that two small birds take way less time than one large one of the same mass. Therefore I decided to do the roll baking in the morning, before putting the turkey in the oven. (Can I just mention here how much I miss living in a house with two full sized ovens, so that one can bake rolls to be done at a similar time to the turkey, instead of hours in advance?)

Since I believed the estimates of timing I had read on line, I opted to sleep in on the 31st—instead of getting up to start the turkey around 06:00, I didn't even finish my morning sit ups till nearly 08:00, which meant I had the rolls out of the oven and the birds in by 09:30. This turned out to be too late for our originally planned eating time of 14:00. However, this also turned out to be a good thing, since the weather had turned crappy—with lots of rain and melting and very icy roads, so some of the guests were later to arrive than they had planned, and our actual meal start time of 15:15 turned out to be perfect for them. Even so, if I ever do two birds at one time again I will do the 06:00 start, as it will be easier to relax during the process.

While the birds baked we did the mashed potatoes and fruit salad (read: a large variety of fruit + whipped cream). I skipped the almonds in the fruit salad this year due to a nut allergic person. However, that person was also a vegetarian, so I left the nuts in the stuffing, which consisted of the above mentioned home baked bread, cooked moose meat etc., some quinoa, sunflower seeds, pumpkin seeds, flax seeds, and walnuts, and more herbs and more spices. We cooked most of the stuffing inside of the birds, and the overflow got put into the oven with milk poured over it when the turkey came out. This worked out well, since some of the vegetarians present will eat wild game, but not store bought meat, so they could try that version of the stuffing.

In addition to what I cooked a few of the other guests (there were 26 of us for that meal) brought vegetable side dishes. All of my life when guests asked my mother "what can I bring" for Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner, she would give them the list of what we are making and suggest that they bring a vegetable side dish. I do not remember one time when the vegetable side dish turned out to be something I was interested in eating. This time was no exception, since it had mushrooms in it. Sigh. There are ever so many vegetables I like, yet people seem to think that holidays are a time to combine the few I don't care for in new and interesting ways. It is not easy being fussy.

The nicest thing about doing the turkey dinner was that it meant that we ate early enough that I actually got to eat, too! I get so tired of attending SCA events where the feast isn't served until my weird appetite has turned itself off for the evening and I am just not interested in food at all. It was nice to be able to eat with everyone else for a change. I even tried a small bit of the turkey, even if is store bought meat, and, of course, I ate the gravy. I love making gravy, and think I make a very tasty one.

After that meal we cleaned up a bit and spent an hour or so with people chatting in small groups. Then our hosts passed out pieces of paper to everyone, with a short character description on it, and we had asurprise mini-LARP )

After the game we did some SCA dancing, and then there was another pot-luck meal (but that one was late enough that I didn't eat anything), followed by going outside to shoot off rockets for midnight. I considered going to bed after that, since I was tired, but then they started singing, so I couldn't resist staying away and enjoying the singing, so I didn't actually get to bed till almost 03:00. However, [livejournal.com profile] lord_kjar and C didn't come in till 05:00—they sat up with a couple of the guests who had arranged a ride home from another friend who was working night shift and could pick them up on the way home from work. Pretty much everyone else stayed the night—the advantage of our hosts having a large house—there is room enough for everyone.

I had started boiling the turkey bones to make a soup the night before, and then turned it off and put it into the cellar to keep cool sometime in the late evening. Then the next morning I warmed it up enough to separate out the bones from the liquid and bagged the stock up to be frozen. Our hosts enjoy cooking, and they said they would happily make use of the stock later, since we wouldn't be heading home for a few more days, and therefore didn't want to bring it with us.

We had planned on heading over to another friend's house to spend the afternoon with him, but we got a late start at leaving K's house, in part because I was still dealing with turkey stuff, but also because [livejournal.com profile] lord_kjar was helping them deal with their heating unit, which was having issues. [livejournal.com profile] lord_kjar grew up with the same sort of pellet-burning heater, so he knew some things one can do with them. Hopefully the repairs they did worked—one does not want the heat in a house to go out in the middle the winter—frozen pipes are a very expensive problem, and best avoided.

We did eventually make it to D's house a bit after 15:00, which didn't leave as much time as I might have liked to hang out with him, but it was long enough for me to try on his re-enactment costume, for he and [livejournal.com profile] lord_kjar to play violin, and to just hang out and chat for a bit. Then he had to go meet some friends for dinner, so he walked us to a Chinese restaurant (since the Indian one next door, which had been our first choice, was closed), and we three had a lovely dinner and conversation, followed by a nice long walk (the warm weather had, by then, been going on long enough that the ice had completely melted from the sidewalks, so it was, finally, easy walking), and then we went to a grocery store to pick up stuff for breakfast the next morning. This got us to late enough that we could meet our friend LH at the hospital where she works just as she got off of duty, and then we went back to her place, where we cooked some scones and whipped cream to serve with the jam we had bought (I didn't eat any that night, of course, but it made a lovey breakfast the next morning.

We spent both that night and Friday night at her place, just relaxing and hanging out. [livejournal.com profile] lord_kjar had had a slight cough for weeks, but around this time it got much worse and he wound up with a fever, too, so he was really content to just relax and be social. I went out each day for a walk, because she lives in a pretty area in the countryside north of Umeå. He was still feeling under the weather on Saturday, so C and I did most of the driving back to Luleå, letting him drive only for the last 40 kilometres, when he was feeling rested, and we were tired.

She drove as far as Skellefteå, where stopped by [livejournal.com profile] lord_kjar's brother's house exactly on time to be invited to dinner (and early enough that I could eat, too!), and I drove from there north.

We got home before 21:00 on Saturday, with enough energy left to put everything away, do yoga and play dulcimer before going to bed. Sunday we spent a good hour shovelling snow. While it warned up so much in Umeå that most of their snow melted from the rain and huge swaths of grass was showing (looked rather like late March), up here it warmed up only enough to put a bit of a crust onto the snow, and there was new snow, too. This meant we had a bit more than a decimetre of snow on the driveway, which had a thin crunchy crust, and it held together very well. This meant we could slide the shovel under, break it up, pick up chunks of it, and then stack them on top of what was already on the shovel, before pushing it over to an appropriate place to pile it. That hour was long enough for C. and I to clear one entry to the driveway and paths to both cars, but it took another 45 minutes the next day to finish the rest of the driveway and parking area. I love winter—it comes with a built-in work out plan.

[livejournal.com profile] lord_kjar had also scheduled Monday to be a vacation day, so he didn't have to go into work, but I hadn't, so I had planned to go in. However, when I started walking in Monday morning I realized that the only reason I was going in was to get some exercise, and that I could just as easily work from home, so instead of walking to work I turned the other direction, to enjoy the pretty moon in the western sky, and did a short loop before heading home and settling into a day with the computer being useful.

Monday evening C started coughing, and I noticed that my lymph nodes were swollen. Not wanting to experience the bad cough that [livejournal.com profile] lord_kjar hadn't yet completely gotten over, I decided that the best defence is a good offense, and we turned on the sauna and cooked ourselves for a while. I did my yoga in the sauna as it heated, then relaxed, and went to bed straight after getting out (they sat in the sauna longer, as they hadn't been in there during yoga (it is a small sauna)), and I was asleep by 21:00. I slept under two thick feather doonas, and between their warmth, having pre-heated my body in the sauna, and my immune system doing battle with little invaders, I sweat fairly heavily all night long, which was probably a good thing, since I woke up at 06:00 feeling a fair bit better (if still a bit tender in the lymph nodes). So I got up, tossed my pillow cases and doona cover into the laundry (leaving the other doonas and bottom sheet on the bed since they were still sleeping, not having gone to bed themselves till midnight) and did a bit of sewing and went for a walk. Then I crawled back in bed and took a bit of a nap before we all got up and had breakfast together.

After breakfast he and I were motivated enough to build a stand for the moraharpa, so now both the cello and the moraharpa can stand up on display, ready to use at a moment's notice. We have also worked on sewing projects, and I managed to get caught up on some computer stuff. Now it is time to do yoga and get to bed—I should actually go into the office tomorrow to see if the department head is back from holiday—I need his signature on the form to get reading glasses, and my appointment for that is Thursday.
kareina: (stitched)
The adventure started Thursday, the week before last. While I should have spent that day working I instead spent most of it packing and organizing stuff to load into the car that evening when [livejournal.com profile] lord_kjar got home from work. I am glad that I did, because even so we didn't have the car loaded and ready to go till nearly midnight that night, so we took an hour nap and then started driving just after 02:00.

Sweden is a long country--we live well to the north, but not all the way to the top. Double Wars is held way down south, but not quite all the way to the bottom. It takes a long time to drive that far. GoogleMaps says it should be 15 hours and 10 minutes of driving time to get from our house to the site. We sometimes drove slower than the speed limit (roof rack!), and on the trip south we stopped a total of 19 times. Since my phone has an app that makes it easy to log stuff I kept a record of every time we stopped and started again. Therefore I have added up the totals. Here is the summary of our journey/break times )

Despite the frequent breaks (no single driving session was longer than 1 hour 35 minutes) we were both quite tired when we arrived on site. However, we arrived around 07:00 Friday morning, which was a fine time to select a camp site and set up the pavilion and sun shade.

I had expected to nap once camp was set up, but I got distracted with entertaining conversations and would up staying up till just after 21:00 that night. However, I then slept happily through to 07:00 (well, unless you count one mid-night toilet trip), which got me mostly rested and recovered from the journey and ready to enjoy the event.

Double Wars is an interesting event—it runs for two weekends and the week in between, but the number of people on site gradually grows during the first week until it maxes out on the final Friday. This year the event was a bit smaller than the last couple of years—everyone is assuming this is because a number of people were forced to choose between either attending this one or the Drachenwald 20-year Anniversary event later this summer, and many people choose that one (though I don’t think that [livejournal.com profile] lord_kjar and I were the only ones to choose Double Wars over 20 Year). In particular I noticed far fewer people from the UK and Germany than in other years, though there were still a decent number of Germans on site. On the other hand, there were at least four visitors from the US this year.

There were a large number of classes offered this year that looked interesting, but I didn’t manage to attend very many of them, since I kept getting distracted by interesting conversations. The first couple of days of the event I spoke a fair bit of Swedish with people, and was quite pleased that I could do so, even though I am still far from fluent. However, as the event progressed, and more non-Swedish speaking people arrived on site, I found myself involved in more and more English conversations, which is certainly easier on me, but somehow feels like I am cheating.

Like all good SCA events there was plenty of time for me to work on sewing and nålbinding projects, there was dancing, singing, and mostly just visiting with people. He participated in the archery, and I was kind of happily aware of people doing fencing and heavy combat in the background (we made no attempt to bring my armour, which I haven’t used since hurting my back last August, because it simply wouldn’t fit into our small car).

I didn’t bring my computer and made no attempt to work for the entire ten days we were gone. Neither did I check in to read LJ or FB, though I did look at the few emails that arrived in my in-box to see if they were important, since my phone tells me when they arrive, and I looked at my phone whenever I entered more food eaten into my food log. Instead the rhythm of the day involved waking up, tidying up the pavilion (hanging up yesterday’s clothes properly, instead of leaving them hanging over the rafters, making the bed, etc.), going for a walk, or hanging out and being social, or attending classes before lunch, then joining the others for the soup lunch.

This year the catering was being done by a professional, who fed us soup and bread for lunch each day—this was the one part of the meal plan I bought into—I brought my own muesli from home for breakfasts, and for my other meals I had also brought veggie pasties, “everything cake—a not very sweet baked thing I invented that has lots of different nuts and dried fruit in it, as well as a variety of different grains, oat cakes, raspberry tarts, cheese, fresh fruit, and carrots. Between snacking on these things at random intervals during the day and the provided lunches I did just fine for food.

After lunch each day there was more time for socializing (while working on projects), or attending classes, or going for walks before the evening meal. While I didn’t buy into the meal (it was served starting at 18:00, and I prefer to have by dinner earlier than that) plan my camp mates did, so I would always sit with them and work on sewing projects, and then we would go add warmer clothes for the evening.

We were very lucky with the weather this event. While the nights did get cold enough that I was glad to own a fur lined hood and wool tunics, it didn’t freeze at night, and the days were usually quite comfortable. It did get up over 20 C one day, but not painfully so. It did rain one night early on, but not till after I was asleep, and if I hadn’t seen everything wet in the morning I wouldn’t have known, since it didn’t make enough noise to wake me. Other than that it stayed partially cloudy/partially sunny all week, and only sprinkled on us slightly after we had taken down our pavilion and we were loading stuff into the car at the end of the event. Note that in Skåne (southern Sweden) spring was already well advanced—the grass we camped on was green, bushes were sending out leaves, and there were a fair few trees in flower before we left site. Up here it is still early spring—while nearly all of the snow in the yard has melted (save for where it was piled high after shovelling), the grass hasn’t yet gone green again, and the trees are only hinting at the fact that they might grow leaves. However, we don’t have much dark at night anymore—yes, the sun sets, but quite late, and it rises again quite early, so we don’t really have stars anymore. At the event I saw stars every night and always marvelled at them—to me they are supposed to be a winter phenomenon, not to be seen while the grass is green.

The event officially lasts till Sunday, but that day the only thing on the schedule is “clean site”, and we couldn’t stay that long. Instead we broke camp Saturday during the day, and loaded stuff into the car as soon as the battles for the war itself were over and we could bring the car up to the parking lot near the tent again (everyone had to move their cars from there before the battle, because the fighters wanted it for a playground). However, that got us to nearly dinner time, and court was scheduled for right after dinner, so we stayed on site till after court.

This meant that we started the drive home just after eight pm Saturday, and we got home just after nine pm on Sunday. We unloaded the car and put away the crucial stuff (emptied the ice chest, put the pillows back on the bed, plugged in phones and related stuff to be charged, etc.), took a shower, and got to bed before midnight.

I opted to work from home this morning, and, during the morning, actually managed to be productive and do work stuff. However, I took a break for lunch, during which I started reading ten days of LJ, and then I took a nap, and since then I have been happily distracted with finishing reading LJ, adding up the hours spent doing what on the journey, writing this post, baking bread, and generally taking it easy. So easy I opted not to join [livejournal.com profile] lord_kjar for nyckelharpa class tonight, which has given me a chance to finish typing this. Now I need to decide if I am going to go for a walk, return to uni work (lots of windows still open from that!), go practice nyckelharpa and/or hammer dulcimer on my own, start some event laundry, put away the stuff that is still sitting in the downstairs hallway after the event, or what… Somehow I doubt I have time to do it all before yoga and bed time.

Reading LJ today reminds me that I sometimes miss living in the West and attending events pretty much every weekend, but, honestly, comparing my week+ at Double Wars (with its nice, mild, weather, and no wind to speak of) with the descriptions I have read of Beltane, and I am grateful that I live in Drachenwald!

On the other hand, I do miss being able to be more active on a Kingdom and Principality level. People kept asking if we will be at 20-year (nope—not only can we not afford two major trips this summer, it falls into the wrong half of the summer for him to be able to take the time off of work—his company splits summer in two—half take their vacation in the first part, the others in the second part, and the following year they switch) or Visby Medieval week. The Medieval week is very, very tempting—not only is it a fun event in itself, it is also the site of the Nordmark Coronet tournament this year, and I would dearly love to make it. However, my body doesn’t really want another long journey again so soon, and we have lots of things we would like to do with the house that we wouldn’t be able to if we spent that much cash on a second major road trip, to say nothing of the time that wouldn’t be available for things like making the yard useable for camping events and putting in an archery range. Therefore we have decided that Double Wars is our only long-distance event this year.
kareina: (Default)
True to the patterns I have developed since moving to Sweden, I haven't posted much lately. I am just not on the computer much during my leisure time, and have been too busy at work to do so when I should be working. However, I am still reading lj regularly--now that I have a smart phone I read LJ while doing my morning situps. A most efficient use of time, and if you guys are chatty it keeps me moving for longer. Therefore I encourage everyone on my f-list to post often.

Now that the grant proposal has been submitted you would think I would have dived right back into the science part of my work. But no, my brain seems to be not operating at full efficiency today. Two symptoms of this:

1) I went home during lunch to get some information which exists only in paper form and while there took off my baldric that contains my phone, keys, and other things I need with me. I set it over the back of a chair, and sat down and visited with [livejournal.com profile] lord_kjar, who was also home for lunch. After eating he was driving back to his office, which is a 5 minute walk from my work. So to continue the conversation I rode with him, intending to head straight to the office from there. However, as I walked away from the car and reached for my phone to look at the time I realized that I had left it at home. Oops! Luckily, he was still in hearing range, so I called him back, borrowed his keys and walked home, got my own (and hung his up where his coat belongs, so that he will put them back into his pocket this evening, rather than leaving them in mine), and then walked back to my office. However, since this turned a planned 5 minute walk into more than 25 minutes, I can't really complain.

2) In the new version of Excel I have noticed that if you change the range of data a graph points at by clicking on the series on the graph and then going to the now highlighted cells and dragging the blue and or pink boxes to cover a larger region the name of the series vanishes, being replaced with something helpful like "series 9". I had done just that to include March on the graph for this year, and today I noticed that I needed to rename the series as a result. So I opened up the correct box and carelfully typed "2009" into the box and closed it. Luckily, I noticed that I had typed the wrong year and promptly corrected the error, but it is a clear sign that my brain processing isn't quite at its normal abilities today.

This weekend [livejournal.com profile] lord_kjar and I did the 2 hour drive down to Skellefteå. First we stopped by a gaming con, arriving just on time to see our local knight from Frostheim (the shire I live in) doing a great presentation on the mechanics of sword fighting and gaming rules. He had some folk with dice rolling the results of his and his opponents actions, and they moved their bodies and swords appropriately to show how things work. He included a great demonstration of ways to deal with superior numbers: He stood facing three opponents, standing side by side, forming a wall in front of him, who were still just out of range. They all took one step straight forward, while he took one sidewards. They took another step forward, and he took one more angled mostly sidewards, and a bit forwards. After the second step he was now in range to engage the guy on the end of the line, but that guy stood between him and the other two opponents. simple, efficient use of movement, which might given him enough time to deal with the first guy before he has to face the other two.

We stayed at the con long enough to watch that presentation, and visit with a few people we knew, but we didn't actually stop to play a game. From there we drove another 15 minutes to the home of [livejournal.com profile] lord_kjar's little brother. The brother and his wife own a full-sized bus which had been converted by a previous owner to a motor-home. However, that was quite some time back, and there were children involved. Needless to say, much of the work needs re-doing now. One of the issues the bus has is the electrical wiring, something that [livejournal.com profile] lord_kjar is reasonably good at. So he and his brother spent a good chunk of the afternoon testing the wiring and the batteries and coming up with a work plan to get it all working properly again.

We also measured the cargo areas of the bus. We have talked the brother and his wife into doing a road trip with us to Double Wars this year. We will take the bus (we will be driving down a few more times between now and them to help them finish getting it ready. Luckily all of the work is cosmetic--the engine and things needed to actually drive it are all good, and have passed the appropriate government tests for road-worthiness), which seats nine people comfortably. Luckily one of the local SCA members (the wife of the above mentioned knight) has a licence to drive a vehicle that large. She is also keen to do a road trip, and let her husband fly down with the kids this year, which means we have two drivers for the trip (last year he joined the other shire folk in the rental mini vans, and she and the kids flew). In the mini vans the trip took 19 hours, but buses are not permitted to go faster than 80 km/hr, so it will take longer this time. However, the bus has a toilet, which means that we won't lose hours for frequent stops to pee.

Sadly, I will only be able to do half of the road trip. I finally found out the dates for the Cyprus trip. I will be one of the teachers taking students to Cyprus to look at rocks from 7 to 14 May. The bus plans to leave Frostheim on 11 May. I have sent an email to the Uni travel agent asking them that when they do the booking for the Cyprus trip to please only book me back as far as southern Sweden. I have no wish to fly all the way to Luleå and then turn around and head back south again. It will make for an odd event, contrasting two such different trips back to back like that. I kind of hope that there is someone in Frostheim who wants to join the road trip south, but then wants to stay down there, so I can ride their seat north. That way each of us going has cheaper petrol overall. We also plan to let people send gear down with us, for a fee. I just need to enter the measurements I took into a spreadsheet, subtract the amount we need for our stuff, and then do the math to determine a reasonable rate to charge based on expected fuel costs.

On Sunday I fly to France for a short course on 3D modeling. I have mixed feelings about this trip. On one hand the class should be interesting, and it will be good to meet others who are in this field. But on the other hand I am spending more time away from home than I really want to do this year. I have already spent 31 days away from home this year, and March has barely started. I have another 31 days between now and the end of May that are already scheduled to be out of town.

Another concern is food--those of you who know me know that 1) I am a very fussy eater (but that doesn't show when I am cooking, as I use only ingredients I eat), and 2) *when* I eat really matters to me. During the day I tend to want a bit of food every 1 to 2 hours, and if I don't get it I start noticing problems with my mood/energy levels. However, in the evenings I am not interested in food at all, and can't be tempted with my favourite things. sadly "evening" is not something that my body has clearly defined. Some days my interest in food stops as early as 15:00 or 16:00, while others I am still hungry and eating at 18:30 or even, rarely, 19:00. Why is this an issue? Because in France they tend to eat late in the evenings. The program for the course shows dinner scheduled for 20:00 to 22:00! This is so not workable for me and my body. Luckily, there is a coffee break schedule for 15:00, so I can eat then. However, what will I eat?

I will be staying in a hotel, so no place to cook, and as late as the course goes there won't be much time, if any, to shop for food. I could pre-cook enough meals for the whole trip (it is only four days) and just bring them with me, but that would mean needing to check some luggage, as four days of food would take up too much room in my backpack (if it would fit at all). At this point I am leaning toward flying carry-on only and bringing enough muesli for my breakfasts and making up a batch of hais (my version contains more different types of nuts and dried fruit and a lower percentage of breadcrumbs than the original, and I do not roll them in sugar) and oat cakes to bring with me for snacks, and just hope that I will be able to buy more food somewhere that I can eat.

I have heard that we don't need to bring our computers, and I am thinking of leaving mine at home and traveling only with the tablet. I won't have time/energy left over after class to do any work, so will only want it for internet, anyway, and the tablet can do that.

Scotland!

Jan. 25th, 2012 08:58 pm
kareina: (BSE garnet)
Hmm, it looks like I have let a huge swath of days elapse with no posts, it must be time for an update. When last I checked in with the lot of you I had just acquired my new hammer dulcimer and was happily learning how to play it. Since it was such a new toy I took it with me last week when I went to the mine to work, which, perhaps, explains in part how it was that I didn’t post from there.

So, what did I do while down there, besides play with my new toy in the evenings? The answer to that is on my other blog.

I returned from the Mine headquarters on Wednesday evening, with a couple of PhD students who had also been working down there. It made for a very enjoyable drive home, since there were people to visit with. I also had one of them drive and gave the other the front seat, since my dulcimer is large enough that it takes up a bit more than one seat in the car, and it seemed fair that if it was projecting into anyone’s space it should be mine.

That gave me Thursday during the day to work in the office and check in with my boss, and Thursday evening to pack and get ready for our flight to Scotland on Friday. Sleep didn’t really happen much—I was up at 05:30 Thursday morning, and didn’t go to bed till 03:00 that night, but I managed to accomplish everything that had to be done before we left, including mostly finishing the case for our tablet on Friday morning while [livejournal.com profile] lord_kjar was at work. Our flights went smoothly, but it takes time to do it in hops like that (Luleå to Stockholm to Copenhagen to Edinburgh), so we didn’t land in Scotland till nearly 22:00, though we left the house at 13:30.

We went straight from the airport to the apartment where [livejournal.com profile] clovis_t lives. He wasn’t home—he was off at a swing dance weekend, but his housemate was ok with letting us in and staying the night. I had originally thought to visit with [livejournal.com profile] clovis_t, but when I found out he wouldn’t be home decided that it made sense to stay there anyway, so that we could pick up the last of my stuff that he has been storing for a year now (and drop him off the few little things I had brought back for him from Australia). One of the things he has been storing for me is a bunch of fabric I had forgotten about. Back when I was getting ready to leave Italy last year I decided that since I hadn’t used my step-father’s kiln in the seven years since he had died it was time to find it a new home, and I asked on some SCA lists if anyone wanted to trade for it.

I found a lady in the UK who was interested, and had fabric to offer, so we agreed to the trade, and the kiln was dropped off at her place and the fabric picked up when he did the drive with the stuff from Italy to Scotland (recall that if I hadn’t met [livejournal.com profile] lord_kjar when I did I would have moved to Scotland while figuring out what to do next). However, when time came several months later to ship my boxes to me he forgot the fabric, which wasn’t in a box, and he also missed a couple of little backpacks and a small suitcase. So he has been storing that pile ever since.

Saturday morning we picked up our rental car, loaded our luggage and the long-stored pile of stuff into the car and hit the road for some adventures. We drove first to Stirling, where we got out and stretched our legs a bit and used a loo, and then hurried on to the highlands (I have been missing mountains!). The drive was beautiful, the mountains had snow on the peaks, and the weather was varied. We had sun, we had wind, we had rain. Sometimes all at once. We stopped at one mountain pass and got out to play in the wind, which was so strong it was actually difficult for me to walk—every time I picked up a foot it wasn’t possible to put it back down where I intended, but instead it got blown to a place of the wind’s choosing. [livejournal.com profile] lord_kjar, who outweighs me by quite a bit (being rather taller), enjoyed the fact that when he jumped straight up the wind blew him a noticeable distance over before he landed again.

We arrived at our B&B, in the village of Avernish, by Kyle of Lochalsh, Scotland, around 18:00, which means that we missed the views for the last hour of the drive, but we knew that we would see it the next day, so we weren’t particularly bothered. Being both rather tired from not sleeping much as we got ready for the trip we spent most of our time at the B&B happily sleeping, but still got up early enough for the 08:30 serving of breakfast (and enjoyed the view out the window---yay mountains!

Sunday morning we drove a little but further out along the road we were on—just over the bridge to Skye, because we could, then we started the day’s adventure by stopping at Eilean Donan castle. It was closed for the season and it looks like they are doing renovations as well, but we didn’t really expect to get in, so we weren’t disappointed. However, the tourist sign there mentioned an “iron age broch” which was “as short walk from the road” on the other side of the loch, so we decided to see if we could find it. We found the road around the loch, but we didn’t find the broch. We did, however, find a delightful hill to climb, and some beautiful views, and the drive was pretty, so no complaints.

From there we went south to Loch Ness, then along the loch to Urquhart castle, which was open, so we spent an hour or so exploring the grounds and poking our noses into corners of the castle. Then we headed east once again before heading south to Glasgow. Once again we wound up missing the last hour worth of decent views (and another part of an hour of driving through the lowlands) before we got to our destination, but that is to be expected on a winter excursion. Besides, the sun sets so much later here than at home it feels like we got bonus time, anyway.

We are staying at a self-catering apartment here in Glasgow—the kitchen is equipped with basics, so I get to enjoy my own cooking, which makes me happy. [livejournal.com profile] lord_kjar’s class is about 25 minute walk from here, so I walk in with him in the morning, then I return and settle into work on the computer till he comes home after class, his brain rather full after a day of full on learning. We then have a few hours to enjoy one another’s company and work on projects together before sleep and doing it all again the next day.

This weekend we will train over to Edinburgh for an SCA dance event weekend, and next week we will be back here for more class (him) and work (me). We still haven’t worked out the details of what adventures we will do the final weekend before we fly home.
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I spent the day Thursday alternating between cooking food to take with us on the drive, and finishing up slides for my talk in Tromsø on Friday. [livejournal.com profile] archinonlive got home from work later than he might liked to have done, so it was around 20:00 before we finally started driving. From Luleå to Tromsø is predicted by GoogleMaps to be a 9 to 10 hour drive. However, it is winter, so we rather expected it would take longer than that. The roads were clear, cold (as low as -30 by the car thermometer), and beautiful for much of the drive; it wasn't till we got well into Norway (north of Narvik) that we hit warm, snowy weather. By "snowy" think 10 to 20 cm deep and falling fast in thick, fluffy flakes. By that time it was after 05:00, so there were more lorries on the road than had been earlier in the morning, and, of course, each time one passed us heading the other way visibility disappeared totally unless we slowed waaaaay down. Needless to say, we didn't actually get to Tromsø till after 07:00.

So we went to uni and found a couch in the geology department and took a couple of hour nap (I'd had a bunch of short naps during the drive, but he drove the whole way, so had been up for over 24 hours at that point). We got up on time for my 11:00 meeting, and he came along to the part where I did my talk describing the research I did in Tassie and the research I did in Italy. Then he wandered off for another nap and I spent a couple of hours discussing the research they are doing in the Kalak Nappe Complex and what I could do if I can manage to get funding to join them.

After the meeting we checked into the hotel and got another nap before meeting the geologists at a pub. That pub closed around 18:00, and the others said that the plan was to go from there to another pub for one more drink, and then off to dinner. If plan A had happened I might have been able to join them in food, but instead of one quick drink they happily chatted over several (I, of course, drank only water). Eventually [livejournal.com profile] archinonliveand I called it a night and went back to our room, leaving the others happily chatting at the pub. I did yoga and he had a late dinner (it was after 20:00 by then) and we went to sleep by 22:00 so that we'd be able to do the return drive during daylight hours.

Saturday's snowfall in Sweden was no where near as heavy as Friday's had been, and the plows had been out, so the roads were in reasonable shape. As a result we managed to take some photos of mountains on the drive, though many of the peaks were hiding behind clouds. I'll try to find time to upload some of the photos later. We managed the drive in just under 8 hours, so we had plenty of time to unpack and relax before getting to sleep early again.

Sunday we normally do SCA fighter training between 10:00 and 12:00, but this week we opted to sleep in, instead so as to better recover from the road trip. In the afternoon we went out shopping, acquiring useful items like a beard trimmer for him, a popcorn popper for me, and a wake-up light. We could have gone to Swedish folk dancing at a local restaurant this evening, and considered it, since we had so much fun last time. But the lure of a relaxed evening (testing out that popcorn popper!) won out this time. Fortunately, we have folk dance class tomorrow night, so there will be some exercise.

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