The lake that is an ocean

It is the light along sun-scorched achipelaggio which pathes the way across the Baltic. Each plant soft and primative leads to hidden lakes with flocks of herons that appear to have never been disturbed. The excussable decadence of Meirehamn is dwarfed by the potential of this straight for endless floating.

A space for thought

In a place where your personal space reaches out to fill the expanse of the land swept clean... a magnitude of tens of thousands of years leaves its teeth ground across the trusting landscape and a magnitude of thousands leaves tales of folk yaughts bearing teams, whilst reflecting the feasting on forest berries of the summer where one last has no meaning.