On Friday they came up. Nine people - seven German journalists, a camera guy and a movie guy. I had drawn up a program to describe Marstrand, explain my love for this amazing place and see different places from the books. We began with a dinner on Socialite Hall porch. I asked everyone to describe what they made more precise. Everything from travel magazines to daily newspapers. We sat and talked until the sun went down in North Inlet. Gorgeously. Just before we leave the restaurant draws Julia to work in public relations in Aufbau, my German publisher, the first copy of "Fyrmästarens daughter" in German. I know how a big smile spreading across my face. This is crazy. To sit with book in hand and with nine people around me because of something that I invented and written down on the computer. Fantastic!
Saturday morning started with a ribbåtstur out to Paternoster. Minen the gang on the dock when they saw the rib was priceless. Marstrand Fjord showed up at their best thanks to a weak easterly wind and hardly any waves. It does not take many minutes out to Hamnskär. We climbed the lighthouse Pater Nosters and I pointed out over the many islands and described the shipwreck that took place there. Hard to imagine when the entire ocean sparkles and looks friendly out. Lunch in the old fyrmästarbostaden before we returned - now Swedecharters bridge in Koon. Rib was replaced with a sailboat. Out of North Inlet and up the sails. The sun was shining and the wind was just right. We cruised around Åstol, went outside Marstrand, Klovero and then Albrektsunds channel back.
The next stop was a walk on the island of Marstrand. Stig Christoffersson, homestead association's former president was outside City Hall and waited. He knows all about Marstrand, are like a living encyclopedia I am constantly impressed by his skills and not least his memory! We showed Rådhuskällaren, said that the house was the island's second oldest (the church is the oldest) was built in 1647 when we were still Danish. I described how the women accused of witchcraft had been imprisoned in the basement awaiting trial and judgment in the 1670's. What if these walls could talk!
The time had turned over seven before the tour of the island were closed and we were headed for dinner at a restaurant Drott. Another fabulous sunset.
When I wake up on Sunday morning and find that it's raining a little, I think that it will probably pass. Glatt, I take the ferry to the island to the motion of most of the gang from Hotel Nautic. Casimir and Charles to make a program for the German NDR is left to film in Marstrand during the day. The sky opens up and the rain pours down. We try to make the best of the situation, but Marstrands streets are almost deserted and I freeze where I go to shows, says, pointing. There can be no more than 12-14 degrees and windy. We eat a late lunch and warms us inside LasseMaja. Yesterday's sunshine feels distant when the rain patters against the windows. Strengthened by the food and somewhat drier we return out in the cold. Somehow we at least get to all the sights and scenes that Casimir and Charles had in mind. The clock time to be six before I'm home.
Monday morning offers brilliant sunshine - the weather that we had had yesterday! That there can be such a big difference! Only a German journalist is now left. Karl. He is pleasant and historical interest. I borrowed the key to local heritage association's little cottage. Here you find black and white photos of old Marstrand. Karl listens when I talk about herring periods and past families of steps. Fun for me to hear how he works to build up a picture or a story.
We conclude with Café Matilda's shrimp sandwich on the dock before we say goodbye.
The spouse and children are already out on a sandy beach and I pack quickly a bag with bathing suits before I go down to the dock and start our gig. Slowly I chugs through the crowded harbor, out past Ärholmen. I feel happy and at ease. Book lip in Germany in August - it's crazy!