We’ve been to Gällnö several years running now, but have always anchored in the bay called Hemfladen, drawn by the little waterside bar and utterly charming coffee shop, but this year, since Akka is too big to get up to the jetty, and we don’t have a dinghy to row ashore with, we parked by a rock in a different bay on the north side of the island and walked across. The better I get to know Gällnö, the more I think it might be my favourite of all the islands we’ve visited. It’s big enough to offer real walks and small enough that everything on it has a doll’s house feel. This, for instance, is what passes for a herd of cows on Gällnö – daddy, a few mummies and seven babies.
Scenes from the bustling Gällnö metropolis – me and Wolfgang after consuming chocolate cake outside the coffee shop; the bar; an improvised flower bed; window decoration of the “indoor dining area” for those days when it’s too wet to enjoy bar food in the open air (window decorating appears to be an art form in Sweden, everyone does it and some of them are really beautiful).
And finally, Oma, bravely clambers aboard Akka on our return from the cake-eating trip.
