nature

It’s winter at the campsite. There are some caravans inside the camping area but I don’t know if anyone is there or if they are just parked for winter storage. Out by the bathing area, the beach that is well visited during summer, it is empty and deserted except for some ducks that descided to not fly south in the autumn. They’re not in much of a hurry to save energy, they probably freeze those poor little souls too. I continue round the cape. Watching the view. Looking away towards the women’s prison and the destinies that hide there. I continue back to the car,Läs mer ->