I went with two oldest daughters for a walk at lake Bodom. It was a calm day, and warm enough, up to +20 °C, with small clouds sailing on the sky. For us the conditions were perfect.
Few people were walking in the forests by the shore. I have the impression the Bodom is never crowded, but maybe it is because we go there when other people go elsewhere.
(Posting title is from the poem A Musical Instrument by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.)
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