August 1, 2013:
When I was last spring and walked on Bosarps
jär north of Eslöv,
I saw the sign with Raspberry cottage, and thought that it should be
investigated when the raspberries are ripe. Now is the time. I'll
take the
road through Eslöv, it is slow because I end up behind a
tractor through
town. The road from Bosarps jär to Raspberry cottage is a
gravel road. Crossing
railroad tracks, the south mainline. The booms are down, the
railroad is busy,
several trains pass without the booms have time to go up between.
Just after a
bend in the road is the sign Raspberry cottage, next to it is a
parking lot.
In the field, rows of raspberry plants, it's autumn raspberries that
are just starting to mature. At the edge is a beehive, it's activity
on
the bees. I go down to the red-painted cottage. "Welcome in," it
says on the
door, so I enter. Fresh raspberries, raspberry pie, raspberry juice,
coffee, and
the explanation of the beehive: raspberry honey. I can not resist.
There are more
raspberry products. I sit in the cottage garden with cottage
plants,
also available to buy. The cottage is said to be from the 1870s. In
bad
weather, you can sit in a greenhouse. A tall tree at the croft
provide shade.
A cuddly red tigrine kitten goes between the guests at the tables. A
family
with children arrivewhen I'm looking for a picture. The boy makes
ears for
me. 'Shame on you, one do not do that' bans his mother. 'But he took
a picture
of us' he defends himself. But I took no picture. On the way home I
end up behind the
tractor through Eslöv. When I get home I taste the raspberries.
Sweet,
delicious, delicious. I eat them all up at once. The honey I save
for a later
time.
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