I read an
article yesterday about a man, Eric who had walked around the planet. Sort of. For the last decade, he had walked the same promenade every day year-round in the picturesque
Hagaparken. No matter the weather. He was celebrated yesterday with flowers and cake. This man has done the same. His daily walk takes him from Tungelsta to the retirement home in Västerhaninge where his wife lives, and then home again. I don't know his name but we often stop for a chat. He is always very positive and has told me quite a few stories over the years. I guess I should buy him coffee one day. And cake.