Midsummer. We usually celebrate with my mum, somewhere around Uppsala. (Christmas and New Year’s are at our place, Easter and Midsummer usually at hers.) There’s a handful of places that we alternate between. This year we opted for a ride on an old steam train (Lennakatten) to Marielund, where there is a traditional Midsummer’s picnic. None of us are interested in the singing or dancing around the maypole, but I like the train ride, and a picnic is never wrong.

This year we shared the train with a TV crew from the BBC who were filming for a documentary series called something like “Great train rides of Europe”. I’m going to have to look up that episode when it becomes available, to see what they made of it.