I decided to ignore Easter and all its traditions and musts as much as possible. So we’re not painting eggs today, or cooking fancy Easter food. Instead we went for an Easter walk in Tyresta.

It’s Easter and the last day of March and the springtime sun can be warm, but the weather is still really cold. We were all wearing our winter gear, padded trousers and warm jackets. The paths were still covered with a thick and really slippery layer of ice. Eric and I often chose to walk next to the path when it got really bad. The kids didn’t even consider icy paths “bad”: they happily crawled and slid on the icy patches and even actively sought out the most slippery places. I guess the risk of falling doesn’t bother them. For me, the ground is too far away and my body is too heavy and breakable for such risks.

A few hours of walking took us to the Bylsj√∂n campfire site where we had lunch. It was in a very nice and sunny spot by the lakeside, and thus quite popular. Families and groups were coming and going all the time, locals as well as tourists, and grilling sausages. Ingrid and Adrian were disappointed that there was a fire already going when we got there and we didn’t get to build our own, but again we adults had a different view and found this quite convenient.