Small ravines between the cliffs, with pink flowers forming like a stream towards the sea.
Located on a small island on the west coast of Sweden, the tiny city of Marstrand comes alive in the summer when white-sailed boats arrive like huge migratory birds, with their crews filling the cafés and streets with their excited busyness while waiting for the next race. I'm not into any kind of sail racing, so I kept away from the crowds and just enjoyed a windy walk along the grey, smooth cliffs of the island. Afterwards, a coffee at the huge Carlsten Fortress, and I felt like a winner anyway.
Walking through the wind-swept beech forest in the middle of the island looked they'd been taken from the pages of a story book...
An unreal sight - pink waterlilies in a small, dark pool between the cliffs; can they be natural, or did someone plant them here?
Stone walls of the Carlsten Fortress, built in the 17th century on the highest point of the small island.
More walls - they look like they grow out from the grey granite of the island...
Another unexpected sight - a kitchen garden behind the fort entrance...
An abundant crop of gooseberries and red currants.
I'll leave you with the pots and seedlings at the gardener's corner - after all, this is supposed to be a gardening blog...
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