I’m truely intrigued as to why, like lemmings, Swedes go en mass to Öland and Gotland so they can pack themselves into caravan puarks like sardines, then visit the same “attractions” en mass, whike ignoring much of the countryside around. The main road on Öland was a long traffic queue yet I was cycling empty roads a short distance away.
On the side road, one has the chance to meet with fellow slow travellers,
And discover ancient history like this pile of rocks which could be
- A pile of rocks
- Where I lost the key to my bicycle lock
- A convenient rest stop
The answer is of course – some of the above (I found my key) but also it’s a Bronze Age Burial Mound circa 1000-1800bc. All I can say is they must have hated the guy to have piled some many rocks on him.
I almost met the Adams family, at least, I think this was their summer house.
