On a Storytellers Night

evening all,

currently i am sitting in an Alpine lodge at the far reaches of Swedish Lapland warming my hands and waiting for a transport to take me to my next destination.

I have found a little bit of "the magic electric " so i shall endeavour to pop up a few diary entries whilst i wait for the driver to come and get me.

i remember reading many years ago that everyone in Sweden was a poet and a storyteller, and after having a few trips with the same driver, a very relaxed man with a solid laconic style, who hides a life of variety behind a  selection of sparse, sharply constructed sentences, i can confirm this to be true.

night all

Magnum