I have been away at a conference this week in Skanor, a small seaside village in Sweden. It’s been a busy few days and having never been to any of the Nordic nations before, I was keen to grab a few moments here and there to soak up a bit of the pure Skanor experience.
There was seafood (herrings, roe, salmon, trout, scallops), bread (glorious bread), local jams (including scrumptious raspberry), cheese (for breakfast – yay!) and schnapps (‘local’, lemon and bitter – all lethal to the same degree). There were games on the beach, meetings not on the beach, much laughing and cheering and quite a bit of follow up work to do as a result!
A little research also tells me that the locals have a penchant for geese and Gåsaloppet (goose race) is a much-feted annual event traditionally held on midsummer at noon where residents form teams of six and race through the streets of old Skanor on home-made skis! (Click here if you want to check this out for yourself.)
So each morning we would take a short, sun-kissed and ski-less stroll through the village to our meeting venue and it was on Day 2 that I noticed a rather curious nod to the local fauna…
And then I looked down…
Linda, it's amazing what fun a small sleepy village can produce isn't it?
The Goose-skiing looks like fun. Anything for a festival! I especially liked the Vikings in a boat team and the team dressed in surgical scrubs.