Getting away

I'm on vacation. That is, I'm not going anywhere. Just resting from work. Doing what I like. Seizing the day. I really like to be unplanned, without schedule and imprisoned by a lot of "must-do-before-you-die"-things. Last Saturday I went to see classic cars. The only "planning" was to gently inform my wife I'd be away for a day, fill up the car and select what cameras to bring. Everything done on Friday night.

For some reason there was a lot of caravans at the show. Was it a message to me to really get away?

Lazy days ahead

Prince Bertil Memorial

Every year there is a vintage car exhibition at Djurgården in Stockholm. Some of them also race in a few vintage races. The smell of gas and exhausts mix nicely with the cruel sound of vintage engines. My favorite is the 3 litre Bentley bu t this year I only had a short glance of it when passing by in full speed. But there were others....

By the way. Prince Bertil was the uncle of our King Carl Gustaf XVI