End of school, and Solhemsskolan’s usual ceremony. After 10 year’s it’s becoming a bit old, but I guess the kids appreciate the tradition.

In all the ten-plus years we’ve never had bad weather. There was one year when we brought our umbrellas but ended up not needing them. And it’s not like June is always sunny – there was that one year when we had such horrible weather on midsummer (I think it was only 15°C) that we celebrated indoors. We’ve been lucky.

One part of the tradition is that the youngest pupils give roses to the oldest ones, leaving school at the end of grade 6. I remember when Ingrid was giving a rose, how old and big the twelve- and thirteen-year-olds looked. And in a way they still do, but also not.

Adrian proudly finished the year with eight A grades.