We spent most of the day in the car, driving home from Branäs. The first couple of hours were pretty unpleasant. The roads didn’t even seem to be in a bad state – they were just bumpy. Nysse was complaining all the time, and Adrian got carsick. I can’t remember the roads to the other ski resorts being this bad. Maybe it’s just my selective memory, though.

We took a longer break in Karlskoga. While Eric & the kids bought lunch at Max, I took Nysse for a walk. Both of us are more used and attuned to each other, so the experience was smoother than our early attempts. He knows to not try and jump or pounce; I’ve learned that I need to keep constant tension on the leash so that he is reminded of its existence, and also so that it doesn’t touch his back, which he seems to find annoying. It’s still not like a pleasant walk with a dog – Nysse doesn’t so much walk as skulk through the scruffiest bushes and shrubs, and try to drag me into other people’s gardens.

I completely forgot to take photos during the day, though.