Farnebofjarden National Park and Gysinge, Sweden Week 55 20th-22nd May 2012
Swedish pylons aren't like any we've seen anywhere else.

They've gone for the flexible, lightly constructed, tied together with string approach.

Don't panic. They remind me of a largish swiss quad aerial I once built which looked equally flimsy but was very robust. It works!

Our gps kindly led us up the middle of a wide river valley, one seemingly without a river.

Larger farms than the smallholdings we've seen in clearings in the woods.

We think they must be shooting stands.

Haven't seen a lot that needs shooting yet though.

The stand alone wooden belfry has wooden tiles on all sides.
A typical Swedish bird watcher at the entrance to Farnebofjarden National Park.

We irreverently wondered how he could get far enough away to photograph anything.

Nothing to do with us feeling poorly equipped!

Around Gysinge the River Dalaven passes through some narrows causing rapids.

We stopped the night just across the river in a nature reserve car park. The space was left to us by a gentleman who had spent the last 5 years as a nomadic motorhomer in Sweden.

No-one else around.

We didn't need a dictionary to translate this little sign.

Below it was a map with some areas marked with crosshatching.

The season for mosquitoes and midges is yet to arrive.

We later learned that Gysinge is home to a large proportion of Sweden's bighting insect population.

As we move north we are hoping they stay at home.

A last look at the rapids before sleep.

We haven't yet got used to the long daylight hours.

The tower at Skegarsbo.

Built around 1997 inside the national park.

About 30m high.

We found our way here by following the map in the pamphlet (English version) that was available in a box near the rapids. 

Fortunately the map showed the gates on the dirt roads so we could find our way until some signposts showed up. 

The view from the top.

There's one flight of 8 steps and six flights of 14 steps.


On the path around the lake we tripped over these droppings.

We didn't think too much about it until a few days later.


There's a longish track from Gysinge.

A nice spot for walkers to spend the night.

We've seen a few anthills. Seems like more and bigger the further north we are.
The lake is a bit high. Rain and melt water.

It means the waders can't reach the bottom so have gone elsewhere.

Up to the top of the tower again to watch the sun setting.
Didn't quite wait long enough. The sun became a very deep red ball as it met the horizon.

Maintaining a sense of direction from the sun is occasionally difficult. It only vaguely rises towards the east and sets towards the west.

Having been brought up in the northern hemisphere then spent a lot of years in the southern hemisphere I can easily become totally disoriented.

One of life's ambitions is to experience 24 hour sunshine. Then it won't matter which way I look.

Not far from the car park a couple of canada geese flew in.
Took a while before we realised they had young.

We must have walked past them earlier in the day when mum and dad were away.

Gysinge was a bit of a surprise.

This is the Lancashire Smithy though why its called that I have no idea.

There are four forges like this in the building and a mechanical hammer.

This is apparently an old blast furnace.

Modern ones are round and have obvious means of blowing air through them above the hearth.

As well as the opening on the left the other two sides had what looked like tapholes.

Presumably one for the iron and one for the slag. I always thought the art of iron making was to have a molten slag which would flow out of the furnace. The iron is easily molten. A lot of similarities between slag chemistry and magma, some of the results of which we saw in the different Cuillin Hills of Skye. 

There was once a superstructure above the furnace to allow charcoal and ore to be charged.

Lots of water power for milling and later to provide air and electricity to furnaces.
Looks like there were three water wheels offset from each other so that three shafts were driven.

If I've got my metallurgical history right then not far from here the first Bessemer steel furnace was operated. A major step forward in steel making.

Also near here, possibly in Gysinge, Siemens built the first electric arc steelmaking furnace.

We are on part of what has been dubbed "The Iron Route". Full of Sweden's industrial history.

We've seen lots of these birds.

The only small birds that let us get close enough to photograph.

Looks like a company town. 

Couldn't translate the sign so we don't know what the bell is for..

The manor house at Gysinge is now a hotel and conference center.
Tardis shared the car park with a helicopter while it was refueled (engine running and blades turning).

Not a safety notice in sight! But we felt quite safe.

There were a couple of bits of technology at the edge of the car park.

One looked like one of those English pay and display machines. But, even allowing for our non existent Swedish, it was very obviously a fishing license dispenser. Trout and Grayling.

The other was a set of what looked like parking meters with nowhere to put money in. We think power points for recharging electric cars.

The helicopter (and Tardis) had to settle for more conventional fuel.

Workers cottages!
Just a small clump of daffodils and tulips to add a bit of colour.
The helicopter finally took off without Tardis.
Carrying whatever is in the hopper to wherever it was taking it.
A nice compromise.

Letterboxes outside individual homes must be a pain for the posty. And visiting every one delivery must be more expensive.

Post boxes at the local post office are a pain for the person collecting their mail. How do they know when there's something to collect without visiting the post office?

So. Collections of post boxes near collections of houses. A sort of halfway compromise between bureaucrats and consumers.

We like Sweden!

Orealven River, Sweden Week 55 23rd-27th May 2012

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