We started out by nicking beech leaves from the ground of a local council block. An old lady stopped me:
What do you think you are doing?
Don’t worry, we would never harm a tree. We are gardeners, Swedish gardeners. (I hear Linn squawk in the background).
You should have asked tuts the lady.
I try to enthuse her about our project:
We are collecting beech to decorate a crucifix. It’s a really important midsummer festival. For Swedish people. Everyone does it.
It’s not pagan is it?
Noooo. Course not. Hahaha.
I’m not actually sure though. We’ve made a 7 foot high crucifix from willow branches. On each arm there is a ring. Beech leaves and flowers are wound around the willow. It’s all quite Wicker Man.
Linn says we will have to sing a song and dance around it. Surprisingly our midsummer supper club guests appear quite keen on the prospect. They ask if they have to be nude as well.
It’s up to you.
I answer, quietly hoping they will. Visions of smearing my body with mud while wearing a flower crown come to mind. Like The Slits cover. Linn looks appalled.
The menu this week
Waterloo Guernsey Milk
Brunost Norwegian (like cheese fudge!)