July, 17 2012
When I walk from the bus stop opens up a cloud and water is pouring
me. At the car park to the Amber Museum is an exhibition of flotsam
pretty fun. To the museum, which is located next to a cornfield, is
gravel road. At the entrance is different flotsam, e.g. a collection
shoes. Also information on various ancient sites in Sweden and the
into the store, pay 20 crowns in entry fee. Admiring amber jewelry,
Amber has a beautiful luster. Buying a clapper to have on a
Inside the museum is a wall with amber with plant parts and insects
the resin for millions of years ago the resin that became amber.
in different colors. Rough Amber is in a booth, it is much more
polished. Amber amulet was used against all sorts of ailments. A
large lump of
resin of 23 kg which likely is from a wrecked merchant, and would be
to pitch and varnish.
A department with findings of bones, wreckage, and archaeological
tools. The area has been inhabited for a long time. Various things,
bag. Some as a result of failed golf shot.
Kämpinge embankment and a bonehead.
In a sheep pasture opposite is an ancient monument in the form of
Kämpinge embankment. Vallen said to be from the late Viking Age
Middle Ages, perhaps surrounded a trading place. I climb over a low
go in to look at the ancient monument. Two sheep grazing peacefully
pasture. One of them comes up and puffer friendly to me, which
sheeps often tend to
do. I itch it in the pan. Nah, hey, do not hit so hard on me! A bit
heavy-handed. Retreats against the stile. The sheep skulls me
easily. At the
stile is a loose stump as first step. Steps up on it when BONK.
Ouch! The sheep
make a heavy hit on the part I sit on. The stump dumps, and I
fall down with one leg between stile steps and the fence. Fasten. Do
not get loose, the bone that sits in a vise. I'm waiting for the
grace. It do not come. With difficulty I manage to loose my leg from
the vise, and crawl
over the stile. The sheep look a little ashamed at me. I go down to
sea for swimming.
Feels strange in the leg. Looking down, the pant leg is red. Of
blood. Gently lift
my pant leg and see blood seeping from a deep wound on the tibia.
Can see into the
white tibia. Ouch, it hurts. It's probably best not to go swimming
it. Links back to the bus stop and take the bus back home. The bus
my clinic back home. I am going in there to ask what to do
wound. A nice nurse bandage me. Clean, do not sew, pull the
together with surgical tape, and then a bandage. "You will have a
scar." Then I limp home. The back side are in yellow and blue. I
feel like a
Bärnstensmuseet (Amber Museum)