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Malmö

Something of a travel hiatus this week, since late on Monday I've been very comfortably ensconsed with Marcus, Eva, Mattias, Molly and Marlon up the road near Karlshamn.

It's warm and sunny round these parts and swimming's a popular option both in lakes and the very pleasant sea. Mattias has just learned and loves nothing more than paddling round waiting for another chance to splash his miserable old uncle. Molly jumped in for the first time the other day and enjoyed it so much she did it again and again, giggling louder every time. Being one, Marlon preferred to stick mainly to the shore, even if it's usually full of Germans. Yes, Germans! Come all the way to Sweden and still they're inescapable, wandering around in their underpants, driving large white camper vans, and generally eschewing all accepted indicators of style and fashion.

We had a crayfish party the other night. Lots of fun sucking the juice out of the poor creatures before taking them apart to get at the meaty bits. I had about 15, but that was no more than Mattias and he's not seven yet so I think I need some more practice before I can pass for a real Swede. I even tried some schnapps for the first time since a bad experience five years ago but unlike then I didn't finish the night throwing up in a gutter.

Rayne got here on Wednesday and she's just left to go back to the London grind. Or at least I hope it's a grind, as I'm not going to see her again until December she'd better not be having too much fun without me.

I'm leaving tomorrow to get back on the road, or at least the railway tracks. Apparently winter's coming on so it's time to head south.