Cor blimey, it's warm

So glad I took my liners out of my trousers. It was hot today. We have only done about 250 miles as had quite a few stops. The road was a bit dull so we broke the journey up by stopping here and there. The first coffee stop was in place called Norberg. Nice enough and we met a couple of Swedish bikers one of whom had a very special VF750 from 1982. He and Tim are now best friends. Funny things about Norberg, it is a small place miles from anyway and was previously a mining town but all that has ended. Its top attraction is a reconstructed medival blast furnace. I couldn't persuade Tim to go and see it (or the library or the botantical gardens in the last town!). But Norberg had an info board for visitors which stated that it is was a nice place to live because of the accessibility of politicians (!) and because " it was conveniently located for communication with the rest of Sweden and indeed the world"....or whurled as Clarkson would say. Strange claim, don't you think?!

We rode on to Orebro which seemed like a good place to stop for lunch. Unfortunately, they were replacing most of the pavings in the central area so it looked like a building site but we found a nice restaurant and had  lunch on an older pavement! The outside cafe culture was good and there were plenty of course.

We found a spot to take a picture of the castle where you couldn't see the diggers and workmen and and here it is. Orebro on a lovely day.

Anyway, we pressed on and stopped for a break at a lovely place called Karlsborg between two lakes which had a short stretch of water between them over which the main E20 ran. The bridge seemed to open every 20 minutes (see pic above) for all manner of boats to pass through so we sat and watched the world go by for an hour and eat huge ice creams which melted in the sun and dripped all over the inside of Tim's jacket which he was sitting on. Messy! 

Remembering it's the second semi final, we pulled out of town and headed south to our hotel in Skovde but on the way came across a motorcross track. We stayed and watched for a while and took this picture of the entrance. Cracking sign, isn't it?!

Off to watch the footie now as its 2015h and 15mins to kick off. Cheers.

Another great night in a Swedish pub. With 10 minutes to kick off, we walked into "Harry's bar", ordered beer and burgers, and then sat down in front of a giant "flat screen". And to top that off, at half time at the bar near us, the were four blonde girls ordering beer from a blonde barmaid. If Carlsberg did bars.....ha ha ha.

Walking back to the hotel, the town square was alive (at 2300h on a Wednesday night) with a band playing and half the town doing the jitterbug. They had all been to the same classes and all danced pretty much the same - extremely well. Amazing to watch for a while - so different to England!