Whenever I visit my grandfather, he wants to take me to Torekov.
It’s a sleepy village during the winter season but packed with tourists and summer guests during the summer.
Ive been a million times but I learned something new today;
Once upon a time a Danish queen sent her 3 stepchildren out to see to be killed, one of the kids, Thora was washed up and found by this rock and the village was named after her.
I had traveled 39 hours by plane, car and train, and the FIRST store I stepped into, I found this from my job.
No visit to Bastad is complete without a visit to a “Loppis”.
