Beaches and Thrillers

Fresh from the 6 hour train journey to Aberdeen, I raced to the beach.

During the year of my Masters degree, regardless of weather, we trudged the sands: snow, rain, wind of sun, we huddled in bunkers or waded in the surf.


A decade and perhaps too many Wallanders on, the barren shore seemed ripe for a grim discovery.

This time it was only some interesting pebbles and driftwood.

But it is easy to see how Nordic beaches can feed the imagination.

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