As that bloke with the sock down his trousers used to sing in the days of his youth in Led Zepplin.

But I have come from a land of rather pricey alcomahol. Drinking in Sweden is actually more expensive than drinking in Central London!

Mind you, if you have a good guide she can take you to places where the prices are more like the ones you pay at lunch time in Molly Mogs. (and god love her for it. xxxx)

So, erm - the point of this post was what again?

Oh yeah. Some of you stupid idiots who have given me a perfect excuse fans out there who I met in Greenwich said "We miss those drunken blogs you used to do"

Oh dear.

So that and the above mentioned silly money charged for drinkeries in that there "the Foreign" has caused me to stock up on strong cider, Red wine and Southern Comfort.

Well, you have to give people what they want right.

So may the Curious Sisters of the Holy Order of the Surprised and Vital Knee, dance madly on tin foil at your entry into heaven. Or if wet, in the Scout hut.

See what you have done now?

And I has the work in the morning.

Oh bugger.

:P

We also went to the "Vasa" museum. The Vasa was a ship built for much the same reasons as our Mary Rose - It was to be the pride of the fleet, have the most guns and really say "Don't mess with our Navy!"

And just like the Mary Rose it sank on its maiden voyage just out of harbor due to being too top heavy and not very well thought out. But it was a very impressive site.

Oh dear.....inner pirate......starting...to..take....over.....must......go...find...rum and wenches.......

Aaaaaaaaar!

In Stockholm there is a massive heritage park called "Skansen" that is full of old buildings and people doing handicrafts and such. Many of the more rustic photos in my last post were taken there.

They also have a sort of Zoo section. We were wandering through this looking at the animals and I saw a sign to "Bjorn" the brown bear. OK, I thinks, I will go have a look. I round a corner and find myself above a big enclosure full of rocks and logs. Standing on one of the logs was this handsome fella:

Now even I know that is a fox and not a big brown bear. So I thought I had the wrong area, but around the corner in the same enclosure was this:

A very big mummy bear, with three cubs in tow (one above with mum)

"Oh! this won't end well" I thought, imagining mummy bear ripping poor fox to bits to protect her cubs. But it turned out that "Johnny the Fox" was a bit of an opportunist and was just in there looking for scraps. He had a way in and out and the cubs seemed quite used to him. In fact when he got too close they would chase him away and he would turn and play fight with them.

So all was well.

Also saw these guys -