Trip to Kantola

I might as well tell you about yesterday's trip since the website is now in a blog format.

Yesterday we went to a cottage called Kantola, where my grandma was born, with our grandparents. The trip to the area was about 15 - 25 minutes and it was surrounded by farmyards.

First we stopped at a farmyard and walked through a path made by a tractor that led to a forrest owned by our mother. I got out of the car and I found myself knee deep in... grass. I made my way to the boot where my grandfather handed me a pair of oversized wellington boots, which were rather uncomfortable to walk in. As we got to one of the edges of the forrest, we jumped over a ditch to get in to the actual forrest. There were lots of other ditches, but we made our way into the opposite end. My grandfather kept cutting down the small branches to make a path for us. We inspected some trees and got back into the car. I was happy to get rid of the boots!

The next and last stop was Kantola itself. No one ever really goes there, and last summer it was completely unused. This meant that the road there, was also never used last summer, and it was flooded with grass. It felt nice driving through all of it. At Kantola, I looked in the atic and it was quite delapitated. Planks all over the floor, old rusty tools that were propably used in the 1950s, lots of bee hives and last but not least, dust! The last place I want to be in. I went downstairs and checked the living room, the furniture was still in good condition. I saw my grandfather and Sakari making a fire in a brick surrounded area (so the fire wouldn't get out of hand) and I decided to join them. I walked through lots of wild grass to get to the fireplace and I sat down on the chair next to it. We all ate sausages, and have you noticed that every camper eats sausages at a fire? After eating, I got to put out the fire. Splash. Water. The fire then started steaming for a while. Then we got into the car, and drove back to our grandparent's house.