‘Swedishswedishswedish?’
‘Could you say that again in English?’
‘You’re the lone cyclist aren’t you?’
‘Huh?’
‘You’re cycling by yourself?’
‘Yes.. well.. theoretically. I’m not cycling at all at the moment… my knee won’t let me…’
‘I wondered about that. I assumed it was because of the rain..’
‘That too…but mostly my knee…’
Turns out she lives in a wooden summer house in the wood looking over the campsite. She drove past me with my fully loaded bike (presumably on Tuesday?) and was impressed by me cycling by myself, and then she saw me put up my tent and then not leave..
She has an unpronounceable Swedish name and she’s going to take me shopping tomorrow 🙂
So cool 🙂