I am sitting in a train heading from Stockholm 400 km further North along the Gulf of Bothnia to Sundsvall, a town of less than 60 000 inhabitants that had based its wealth on timber.
Despite its limited size, the place has a busy veterinary emergency clinic which is taking in small animal patients from a radius of up to 300 km. The clinic – and a wooden bungalow right next to the forest and to a ski slope…- will be my home for the next 4 weeks.
I had not more than a couple of hours sleep last night and my day had started this morning at 4 am in Munich with my first flight after nearly a year,
and while the forest outside the train window is slowly disappearing in the fading daylight, I am beginning to doze off with my memories returning to a rainy morning at the end of August……..