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No city man.

No city man.
Written by Annika Olsson / 15 July, 2019

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Perhaps it is so for more people who live and live here at Österlen… that they can't really cope with the big city tempo… Maybe I am alone in feeling that way, I don't know… But then it is for me at least.

We are not used to big city pulse as well. Because you can't count Simrishamn as any big city right away. (Is it even a city?) Or happy Tomelilla ... though they have at least traffic lights ...

When I was eighteen years old and took my driving license, I laughed well at all of my friends as a practice run here in Simrishamn. There was no traffic light, motorway or roundabouts at that time. They couldn't learn how to drive a car I thought. I myself went to school in Kristianstad and got a lot of lessons in just driving.

But nowadays I am not at all comfortable with city driving. I shoot eighty kilometers on the motorway towards Malmö and keep the convulsion with both hands in the steering wheel. Though this does not prevent me then on the way home, pressing the "plate in the carpet" on the small road towards Gyllebo. As the worst rally driver, I arrive as soon as I approach the home. It's not like the speed that scares me ... Ologically, my daughters say, and they wiggle my head for me.

Yes, it is perhaps best that I stay at home in Gyllebo as much as possible. Here I can take everything a little more at my own pace.

But of course I like to keep up with when a little daughter is going to the big city and shop away. Of course, I like most of our lunch breaks.

Then it's so wonderful to come home to Gyllebo again.

Quote of the day:

God created the time, man created the rush.

On the other hand, being crowded on Kivik's market, I love it, then it's crowded at home ... now and then it's something else !! Maybe we can be seen there today?

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Gylleboannika Annika Olsson

Hi. Welcome to my blog.
My name is Annika Olsson. I love animals and nature. I live with my husband, our dogs and cats in a wonderful place - Gyllebo in Österlen. I try to enjoy life in all places and gather at those little moments. I love to photograph and tell about big and small in my life, my thoughts from day to day. A lot of nature pictures and photos from my everyday life. One and another wise quotation is often included in my posts. Welcome to me!

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On light feet

December 19, 2018

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So much easier I step forward, since I chose to regularly treat myself to some foot care. From having had almost a million small corns under both feet, there are now only a few left to keep in check.

Both me and Stefan regularly go to the best Lise in Brösarp. She is at Brösarps Gästis & Spa. I can warmly recommend her to those who may also want well-off feet. There are, of course, many talented custodians around Österlen. Actually, I had wished I was a centipede, so I could benefit them all. But it is probably lucky that I have only two of them yet ...

The early morning when Stefan and I were last in the foot care, we were invited to wonderful morning coffee. So luxurious.

A stone's throw from Gästis lies the cemetery. With seamed feet I easily shot like a patch over the fence that encloses the burial ground and then ran to light a light on my mother's grave.

Although adult women do not plan their way in that way, so on the way back I chose to slant over the farm to the parish home. Or "little school" which I think that building is called, because it was here that I made my debut in the school world. First and second class I went here and the view towards the church felt so familiar.

Brösarp is a very special village for me. The gate to Österlen and with a spirit that I probably haven't experienced in any other place. I love Brösarp a little more simply!

Quote of the day:

There are two ways to live life. One is as if nothing is a miracle. The second is as if everything is a miracle.

Have a nice day and baby hugs from me.


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December 18, 2018


We have had a typical Österlen weather in December, I think. A little bit of astonishment I could find that the grass was now greener than ever before this year. Considering the dry summer when the fields looked like dry deserts, it felt a bit crunchy. But of course very beautiful.

Though the temperature can be treacherous at this time. Most sugar beet piles that have not yet been delivered have therefore been clad in protective cover.

Other fields are plowed and lie and groan in front of the spring crops. When the pale winter sun peeks out, the red earth resembles that of the savannah in Tanzania.

Graffiti has found Österlen. Now I personally think that Österlen is nice as it is. Although I may admit that there is some painting that I like a little extra of course ...

Something I don't like at all is the church tower in Borrby. Poor church, standing there and ashamed of the lack of pride. The small balls that replaced the tower could also be saved on, I think, they do not do either from or to.

Yes, this is how it can be in Österlen in December. Wonderful as always!

Quote of the day:

Adventure is often the result of poor planning.

I love adventures, and then it is probably good that I so often let random control so much in my life.

Have a nice day and hug on you.


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Here, the Christmas stress flies all the way to the world.

December 17, 2018


So before the last week before Christmas, then it is important not to be drawn into the big Christmas stress.

Because it is so easy to be affected by everything around. To be drawn in all the hustle and bustle of others and the "Christmas Mass".

For you know what, you have nothing. At least nothing that makes you sick and stressed.

I am happy to hide all the boring goals and replace them with a wonderful morning trip on Mitt Österlen.

Last week, I strolled for a while at the wonderful Borrby beach. The morning was lovely and the only ones I met were two cute dogs with their owner.

I sat down and wrote a word in the sand. My beloved Österlen. That it then became misspelled, I laughed a little liberatingly. After all, I am learning to learn that everything doesn't have to be perfect ...

I train every day to have indulgence with my own mistakes. Everything doesn't have to be perfect.

After all, it's all about people we want to be loved. In the belief that love is in what we do and not in who we are, we fight the life of us by being good. Love is not about being good!

I hope you all put aside a little and make something that your mind just feels good about.

Quote of the day:

I'm free to do what I dream about.

Have a nice day and hug from me


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An atmospheric evening at Kivik

December 16, 2018


It was a very dark evening that I and Stefan stopped our car on the square in Kivik. It's dark as it is at Luciatids, as it is darker than dark. Of course, this is why we enjoy the queen of light. The tradition of Lucia and her wonderful song.

It was Kivik's city law that held the atmospheric evening in the square. My brother-in-law Mats, had lit up a lot of marches around the pond, and the rest of the village team was full of fixing the music system, sausage grilling and mulled wine.

Stefan and I provided us with some good from the serving. Stefan was seated with a whole grilled sausage, despite the two large portions of meatloaf I previously served him for supper at home in Gyllebo. For my own part, a glass of warming mulled wine was enough.

Then it was just to enjoy everything beautiful and wait ...

Then she came, she who we all waited for. Lucia with his bridesmaids and empty cubes. So beautiful and nice.

The small square had quickly been filled with "Kivlingar" which everyone wanted to enjoy a bit in the December dark.

I want to thank Kivik's village team who adhere to wonderful traditions. Of course, I would also like to thank the talented young people from the Sofia School who gilded the dark Eastern evening. So beautiful!

Tonight's quote:

Christmas is the time when you get home longing, even if you are at home.

Have a nice day and hug.


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At a small fishing port.

December 15, 2018


That magical morning at Ales stones. Then when I saw a new day dawn over Österlen. That day I parked my car at the little cute harbor in Kåseberga.

It was a very cold and windy morning, and yet the sun had not gone up.

With my heavy camera on my shoulder I walked up the hill towards Ales stones. In the air, I could sense a faint smell of smoked fish. Perhaps "smoked eel" before Christmas, I thought and felt how it was watered in my mouth.

The view of the harbor and the sea is so wonderful here. When, after some hours, I turn back towards the parking lot, I was struck by the most beautiful painting, the view of the Kåseberga harbor in sunrise.

The sun rose quickly and caused the red cottages to glow in the morning light.

My mother couldn't stand up and enjoy this beautiful view when I was a kid. My pictures are therefore for all of you who may or may not have the strength right now. An image never gives reality real justice, but one gets a little ...

Quote of the day:

When you go to the loft, then you really are talking about everything you see. // Rasmus on the air.

Have a nice day and hug on you.


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Ale stones.

December 14, 2018

… “As well, it's nothing to see, they're just a little stone”.


Yes, those words I remember that my mother told me when I was a kid. It was the first time I was in Kåseberga and I wanted to go up there to the famous stones.

That time, there was no visit for me at these stone collections. My mother had trouble with her breathing and going up the hill had probably been a pain for her.

But I would get there later in life. And I would be both in love and in love.

Because I think nobody comes up here without being affected by the place. Here is so magically beautiful. It is best when you are here alone.

But for the most part here are other visitors, both summer and winter. I was lucky this morning. It was just me, the wind and a scent of "new-eyed eel".

The arrogant clouds danced in the sky, and some heavy rain showers had just passed. The sun had a tough job of getting through the thick cloud trim across the horizon.

But so adorable beautiful!

I enjoyed full of the mighty sunrise, and when the heavy rain clouds became too threatening, I slowly roamed down to the little cute harbor again. Kåseberga, as you can see pictures from another time.

Of course, I sent an extra thought to my mother Ingrid when I enjoyed the place this morning. Maybe it was just good not to meet such a magical place until a little more adult age ...

Mom - these pictures are for you ... pictures of a little plain gray!

Quote of the day:

If I die, I don't want to go to heaven, I'd rather go to Österlen
It is where the sea and the sky form the most beautiful scene
That makes them seem so close between heaven and Österlen

Have a wonderful day and hug from me.

ps just because mom has said so it doesn't have to be really true ...


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Bargain with "Lavender Blue".

December 13, 2018


Actually, it's not called Lavender Blue, that wonderful little place in Gärsnäs. The interior business is so very cozy to visit.

No, actually, it has a name that makes me squeeze my tongue when I say it. Reunion home and friends. Yes my English pronunciation has always been substandard and I can see in my children's face that I should probably stick to the gentleman.

(I remember with fright when I thought that in English I asked a man who served me, if it were he who was the cook ... enough about the embarrassment)

It was a cold, windy and rainy day that I slipped into the homely Villa-Villakulla store and also the café.

The vase I immediately became a speculator came in, another lady came and banged in the claws. Though it didn't really matter, because there was so much else nice to find.

Among other things, I bought a small candle holder for bottles. Such a thing that has become so popular nowadays, and which can be so nice now for Christmas.

And if anyone wonders about the beautiful dragon I have in the window, it is made by wonderful Sanna in Simrishamn. Googla at Drakkonst and you will find her safe. She does amazing things. A hot Christmas gift tip from me.

(the post is not sponsored in any way, but the tips come only from me and my Österlenska heart)

Quote of the day:

You are not poor because dreams do not come true - you are really poor when you stop dreaming.

Have a really nice Luciadag and hug from me.


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So many memories.

December 12, 2018

Yes you are very many, who have a lot of memories around this place on Österlen. At least I have!

The beautifully beautiful Alunbruket. The place, which for many years was a well-attended party venue, both at Pentecost and Midsummer.

I loved the festivities in Alunbruket. Especially I remember the year when Hasse Kvinnaböske Andersson had gone through with her "Änglahund". The car queues here rang out slowly, right from Eljaröd's village. That year, all audience records were beaten.

That it was an adorable beautiful place, I probably didn't think so much about that. Not then when I was young at least. I remember most how fun we had, and how well it was possible to cycle from the high hill down to the dance floor where we made long black flower stretches ... For this place was so much more for us children in the neighborhood, than just a dance venue twice about year.

Because I lived so close, I had to go to the parties long before I might actually have age for it. That was very exciting, and I still remember where the toughest rags had their place. Of course I threw myself up, even though I probably promised that I would not.

This is a place I would like to take a turn to from time to time. Nowadays I notice a bit more of the wonderfully beautiful nature here is and all the wildlife around. But the memories are so very clear when I'm here. I can actually almost hear Lasse Stefanz play up to the last dance of the evening. And I notice small tracks reminiscent of a fantastic youth.

Yes, we are many with me who have so many memories of this place. Some may wish they had kept their memory ... too wet it could all be if it wanted to be bad. Both internally and externally.

Quote of the day:

What lies behind you and what awaits you is nothing compared to what is hidden within you.

Hope you get a really nice day and hug on you.


Migraine and a small sun glare.

December 11, 2018

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The weekend down here at Österlen has been windy and gray most of the time. Therefore, it was a good idea to put your nose outside the door when the pale sun finally came to visit.

That it was gray and sad didn't really make me that much. I had suffered from headaches and lay most down in my bed with the migraine of times. Since it was very many years since I had skull bank last, I don't really know if there was so much kick in my pills anymore. Best before 2004…

Evil gunpowder is not forgotten so easily, so until Sunday afternoon I scratched myself so much that I could visit the wonderful little Ateljé Miré, at Sjörödstorp.

Happy for a wonderfully beautiful door wreath and a strengthening, go hug of best Ingela so I whispered home to my cabin again.

A little lightly angry, I noticed that the weather would continue to storm and mud. I jumped in under my warm, goa blanket again.

Tonight's quote:

The light travels faster than the sound. That's why some people seem smart - until they open their mouths.

Tip: When I lay there with a headache and felt sorry for myself, I was happy with my cozy PLAID. Another cozy blanket is it HERE or it HERE for the baking man. Maybe a Christmas gift tip for someone you know who is a bit frozen.

Have a nice evening and hug from me.


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A rainy morning at Lake Verkas.

December 11, 2018


A rainy and gray morning last week, I parked my car in a pretty familiar place for me.

I stayed at Verka Lake up at Christinehof.

When I was a kid, this was my playground. A fabulous nature that I loved.

Most things were pretty much the same, I thought. Apart from the fact that there was a rescue buoy at every bridge. Good, I thought.

When I was a kid, I didn't dare to swim here so often. We children got imprinted through both ears so that Verka Lake was full of leeches and such animals were not easy to get away from the skin if they got stuck. Whether that was particularly true, I really don't know. I never got any leeches, the few times I actually thawed here.

A footpath goes right next to the lake. There is a substantial shelter for overnight accommodation and a practical barbecue area, which can also serve as a heat source at night is cool.

From Verkajön there is a small path that leads down to Alunbruket. To get over Verkeån you go to the cute bridge that we called Rännebron when I was a child.

Maybe it is someone who recognizes this little bridge from the film The Apple War with Hasse & Tage?

On the other side of the river there are the special red slopes that are characteristic of the village here. It is slag heaps from the time when it broke alum shale.

The ground always becomes a single red mourn when it is rain and debris. Dressing in white clothes and shoes at this location is a very stupid choice. Some people have experienced this, I have seen with their own eyes. It was when the place was a well-known party place at both Pentecost and Midsummer.

Of course, I couldn't help walking down to the old party site. "Karen" (as we called it) with his dance track, which is still there in the middle of nature. A place that carries so many memories so we may be happy that the place cannot speak. You can look at more pictures from there in another post in the future.

Your heart has no choice, it must follow where you go, but you have a choice and it is to follow your heart and see where it leads you.

Have a good time and thank you for looking in here on my blog.

Hug Annika

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