I never really liked to eat it, but when I was a kid, I really liked the look of redcurrant bushes. transparency, bright reds and greens, the roundness - it seemed perfection to me. I was always very annoyed when it was time for picking.
I could hardly tear myself from this bilberry place, but somebody to pick us up and was waiting by the car, plus insect repellent was wearing off. Otherwise I would probably still be there
waiting on Suomenlinna pier for a ferry that would (and did) bring over Kirill, who forgot his passport a day before and had to come over a day later than planned. Maybe we were just lucky, but we had a beautiful slice of finnish summer