The Greenhouse

The greenhouse in the park in Tungelsta. Photographed a few days ago. Built by the members of Folk & Trädgård (the local historical association). Used for markets and what have you. There is a museum just to the left that tells the story about the 120 or so family operated greenhouse nurseries that once made Tungelsta a little famous. My great-grandfather opened the first one. There are maybe six left today.

Hammarbo

This is Hammarbo along Allévägen in Tungelsta. Next to the Hammar estate that I showed you yesterday. Built by a man from the same family, for a mistress if I remember correctly, so this property has an interesting history. When I was a kid a few eons ago it was a children's home, and I have read a few horror stories online from that time, and I also remember two scary looking kids that lived there, and you tried your best to stay away from them whenever you saw them. One evening I walked over to a childhood friends house and there was a kid there that I had never seen before. This is my new brother my friend told me. His mother worked at Hammarbo, and they had decided to adopt this teenage kid. Anywho, I have photographed this building many times over the years, it is newly renovated after being neglected for a decade or so. Not really sure how it is used today.

Hammar

The Hammar estate in Tungelsta. Dates back a couple of centuries. The same family has owned it since it was first built.

Have a seat

Still Winter.

A good workout

Sergi hard at work. Originally from Ukraine. Lives with his family in Sweden since quite a few years. A good handyman. Works for my neighbour. Here he is clearing away snow from her roof. He fixed my kitchen floor a while back and just this morning we managed to carry up my Trekkrunner to the second floor where it is much warmer at the moment.

Rosie

This is Rosie. She is a Scania truck. The gal behind the wheel is Carola. She has a thing for the color pink, and for Cowboy hats. I met Rosie after unsuccessfully trying to make my way to the old tree a couple of days ago. Had to give up because of too much snow on the path. And speaking of snow, Carola was dumping snow on a field belonging to the Nedersta Farm. I guess Carola have been quite busy for the last few weeks and as I'm typing this it is snowing again.

On the corner

Still Winter. House on a corner at Krigslida.

The Krigslida commuter platform

One of the smaller stops along the Nynäsbanan railway line. The Krigslida station. In use since 1980. Sort of. There used to be another station just a few hundred meters from here, called Nedersta. This stop does not have a station house, just a platform that was redesigned 13 years ago when a second rail track had been constructed. And it is one of just two stations that does not have a bus stop close by. On this day, I was hoping that a commuter train would arrive, but I didn't feel like standing around waiting for one, so I continued my walk.

Walking Weather

It started to snow during my walk. This is the tree lined avenue at Krigslida. The road is Allévägen. The trees were planted a few centuries ago by the owner of the Hammar estate which is at the end of the road behind a little forest. The same family lives there today.

A snowy entrance

Looks like a good workout clearing all the snow at Övre Välsta. I don't think Christina will do that by hand or on her own though.

Getting any good photos?

A few. It was a very short conversation as she ran past me at Mulstavägen.

Horsing around

Mulsta. I did not have any carrots with me, which is a good thing because a few Winters ago people walking by here tried feeding the horses, which really is not something you should do. The Andersson family even had to go online at Facebook explaining that they knew how to take care of their horses. And they had a few signs by the side of the road with the same info.

Still Winter

After clearing away a lot of snow so that I can get in and out of the house, which made me quite warm, I cooled down by pressing my face into the snow. As one does, at least if you are anti-snow. It does hurt a little, but there you go.

Early morning

Catching a bit of the Blue Hour at home. Feels like this is going to be a long Winter.

Don't fence me in

Always fun to be a little artistic while out on a snowy Winter promenade.