C is for Captain Longstocking

Ok, so fun fact about the Nordic languages: They don't really have the letter "C". Swedish does, but after searching my brainbox all day, I couldn't come up with anyone. So please forgive my cheating, "captain" begins with a "k" in Swedish, but we're speaking English over here, so I think it's ok :)

Captain Longstocking is Pippi Longstocking's father. He is the only person who is as strong as Pippi and it is from him that she inherited her knowledge and sense. He went missing and was feared dead, but actually he had washed up on an island and became a chief there. Despite Pippi's love for life aboard ship, when her father returned she decided to stay in the house he gave her as the stable life that he had intended for her was something that she had become attached to. On one trip to the island where her father was chief, Pippi was renamed Princess Pippilotta. She had always imagined that while he was missing he had become king of the land somewhere, so it is fitting that Captain Longstocking's little daughter should become 'princess'. 

the little nordic cabin

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C is for Cabin Fever

Isn’t this picture just beautiful! It’s taken from this website, which is full of beautiful cabin photos. Sitting in a cabin, deep in the heart of the Swedish forest, bundled up in a thick Norwegian blanket is probably one of my favourite places to be. Sipping on black coffee, watching the snow falling gently over the darkening landscape, soundtracked beautifully by the crackling of the open fire is pure perfection, to me.

In Sweden, it’s completely normal for families to have a second home, a little cabin up in the mountains in which they spend their weekends and holidays. My boyfriend’s cabin lies on the border of Sweden and Norway and it’s one of the most beautiful and romantic places I have ever visited. The first time I went there, we took a taxi up the hill from the little town, passing a tiny reindeer on the way. The taxi dropped us off at the bottom of the driveway and we had to walk the rest of the way through the thick snow. Once we reached the cabin, Bjorn lit a fire and cooked some food, while I watched in wonder at the snow falling heavily over the mountains outside. It’s the most perfect place.

Since then, I have spent many wonderful holidays there (feeling like the luckiest girl in the world!) In the winter we have stayed warm, cozied up in the gorgeous sitting room, after days out skiing and playing out in the snow. In the summer we have hiked up in the little mountains, gone fishing on the lake and searched for deer and lemmings in the wilderness. Spending time there brings you so close to nature and it’s so lovely to spend a weekend enjoying life’s simple pleasures.

Have you ever stayed in a cabin? They are so beautiful…

(pictures lovingly taken from here & here but I can't find the link to the last one. If anyone recognises it, please let me know so I can give credit, thank you!)

Finally, I'd like to say a great big, squishy thank you to all of your for your kind words and sweet comments. I was completely overwhelmed when I turned on my laptop this morning and saw that I had a lot of new followers and so many lovely comments to read! Thank you so much for your support!

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