Today we reached Kristinestad by motorbike. Half the day in the open sea and fresh northerly wind, half the day inland in fairways marked with a minimum depth of 1.5 m (the boat sticks out 1.45...) But we trusted that there was margin.
Jakob was in Kristinestad in 1972 as well, then traveling with the first Turid. In the picture with grandfather Knuth, mother Berit and sister Gudrun. The house is the same.
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