NEWCOMER MINGLE
The ferry makes a soft landing against the jetty as it has done every few days throughout summer. Aina the ferry captain, usually wearing the proud orange short sleeve of the Kollo project, has bundled up in a black wind proof jacket. The island administrator Olivia has made no such compromises, determined to cling to summer as long as possible. She greets the newcomers with a smile, handing out brochures and showing them the way to the cabins.
Around noon there'll be a small get together to welcome the new arrivals. Nothing too fancy, though the blueberry pie that's being served is almost certainly homemade and made with blueberries picked from this very island. Coffee, tea and apple cider is also available.
A FARMERS LIFE FOR ME
It's harvesting season on Norrhamn and for once, plenty of free workers to go around... right? Those who venture up to the farm will find themselves roped into the activities by hook or by crook - doesn't matter if you got farming experience, there's always something you can do. Roofs need to be patched, hay needs to be baled, vegetables picked and fruit preserved for the long, cold, harsh, dark winter that's just around the corner.
Your work won't be in vain though. If you stick with it and stay until the evening, Einar and his family will treat their volunteers to a feast to show their appreciation. There will be such autumn delicacies as värmlandskorv, kroppkaka with salted pork and lingonberry jam, and fried salted herring with pickled cucumber and red onions on crisp bread. Stay really late and we're breaking into the good snaps, my friend. ]
[After having spent much of her time recently in her room—to the point that she hasn't even properly met her current housemate—April had a feeling that she needed to get out and about. It wasn't necessarily to socialize, though she felt like she wouldn't mind that at all. It was instead because the thought of holing herself up, even if that was so she could remain undisturbed in her thoughts, made her feel increasingly uncomfortable anymore.
Why? She wasn't entirely sure.
So she'd left her room, left the cabin, and made to wander, and eventually found herself riding the bus out to the farm—her first ride of any vehicle in the seventeen years of her life, if one disregards the ferry that initially brought her here.
Almost immediately upon her arrival, it happened: she was asked if she could spare some time to help, and just like that, much to her own confusion, she felt compelled to do something. Having no real experience with any of the tasks at hand—what bit of life experience she did have was as a hunter, not a farmer—she found herself settling into picking vegetables as that sounded to her like it was the simplest option.]
EVENING
[Though not especially hungry—a bit of a surprise considering she had spent the entire afternoon doing what she could without leaving herself too much time to take a break—April didn't immediately leave when the work was done. Instead, she found herself a seat and remained there, accepting some of of the food when it's offered to her but otherwise letting anyone and everyone else have at it first.]
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[After having spent much of her time recently in her room—to the point that she hasn't even properly met her current housemate—April had a feeling that she needed to get out and about. It wasn't necessarily to socialize, though she felt like she wouldn't mind that at all. It was instead because the thought of holing herself up, even if that was so she could remain undisturbed in her thoughts, made her feel increasingly uncomfortable anymore.
Why? She wasn't entirely sure.
So she'd left her room, left the cabin, and made to wander, and eventually found herself riding the bus out to the farm—her first ride of any vehicle in the seventeen years of her life, if one disregards the ferry that initially brought her here.
Almost immediately upon her arrival, it happened: she was asked if she could spare some time to help, and just like that, much to her own confusion, she felt compelled to do something. Having no real experience with any of the tasks at hand—what bit of life experience she did have was as a hunter, not a farmer—she found herself settling into picking vegetables as that sounded to her like it was the simplest option.]
[Though not especially hungry—a bit of a surprise considering she had spent the entire afternoon doing what she could without leaving herself too much time to take a break—April didn't immediately leave when the work was done. Instead, she found herself a seat and remained there, accepting some of of the food when it's offered to her but otherwise letting anyone and everyone else have at it first.]