It’s a Swedish summer ritual that will leave you fresh as a daisy. Pick berries and swim wild in the sea and lakes, fill churns with milk that tastes like melted vanilla ice cream, play hide-and-seek among the wild orchids which grow here like weeds, and melt away with each breath of oxygen-rich air.
There’s a strong sense of independence here and an old-fashioned community spirit. Gotland to those in the know, and they will gush about the special light, the fragrant air and the deserted beaches, the reason why painters, sculptors and glassmakers flock here. Medieval imports are still found in delicacies such as cardamom buns and saffranspannkaka, saffron rice pudding served with cream and dewberry jam. Ancient grain varieties that flourish here can be traced back to the Bronze Age.
Every excursion here promised fresh curiosities, from abandoned windmills to medieval churches and it is true to say that the stretches of white-sand dunes and crystal waters could rival any Mediterranean coast (despite being a few degrees colder).