In June 2001, Rob boarded a flight from the UK to Arlanda Airport in Sweden, The flight to Arlanda was smooth, with the green and blue patchwork of Sweden’s forests and lakes visible as we descended. As soon as Rob stepped off the plane, Rob noticed how fresh and crisp the air was, with that unmistakable northern chill, even in June. The airport felt relaxed and efficient, and within no time, Rob found himself in the bustling arrivals area, following signs for the train station.
The Swedish rail system was easy to navigate, and Rob purchased hismy ticket to Gävle. The journey took about an hour and a half, and as the train sped through the countryside, Rob gazed out the window, mesmerized by the endless trees and shimmering lakes that seemed to dot the landscape every few minutes.
Mandy was patiently waiting at the train station for Rob's arrival.
We decided to make the most of the day and took a drive out to Rullsand Beach, a place Mandy had told me so much about. As we left the town, the Swedish countryside unfolded around us, a mix of dense forests, serene lakes, and stretches of open fields. The drive itself was beautiful, with quiet roads and wide, open skies.
Arriving at Rullsand Beach was like stepping into a postcard. The sand stretched out in gentle, pale swathes, bordered by green pines and low dunes. The water was strikingly clear, reflecting the blue of the sky and shimmering in the sunlight. There was a peacefulness about the place – it was as if time had slowed down just for us. We walked along the shoreline, the sand soft beneath our feet and the gentle sound of waves rolling in. The air was fresh and had that crisp, clean quality that feels so unique to northern beaches.
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