Thursday 13 September. A three and a half hour journey stretched to five after a visit to Lidl, fuelling up and a couple of breaks, but it was a lovely sunny day and the driving was easy.
I had prebooked a site in the city centre for two nights, although I could have just turned up. The site is on the island of Långholmen. It holds seventy-seven campers and there’s probably sixty here. I’m the only Brit as usual.
The site sits under a road bridge, but I can’t hear the traffic; it’s drowned out by the planes flying overhead. No, seriously though folks, it’s a good site, £28 a night with facilities, and twenty minutes walk from Gamla Stan, which translates as Old Town, and is the island at the centre.
Stockholm spreads itself over several islands which makes it very picturesque. As soon as I had parked up and plugged in, I went to explore. Three hours and 13k later I felt I’d seen a lot but knew I’d only scratched the surface.
The architecture tends towards the square, flat but monumental. Everywhere you turn there are wonderful vistas but, and perhaps it was the angle of the sun creating shaded streets, my photos don’t fully do justice to the impact and scale. I was a bit worried that the city might be an anticlimax; it certainly isn’t.