When I was 17 and again when I was 20 I did a youth hostelling trip to Norway; in each case spending a few days in Sweden. And all I could afford to eat in Sweden was boiled potatoes and meatballs sold by street stalls; their only redeeming feature being that you could help yourself to as much pickle as you liked. I was not very impressed by Sweden.

Last weekend I went back for the first time since those youthful days. I ate fresh salmon and new potatoes, veal & risotto, and beautiful hot smoked salmon with potato salad. And on the pretty island of Hono I sat in the warm summer sunshine eating a slice of pecan pie accompanied by a glass of pear cider and I reflected on how much nicer Sweden seemed now.

And as I sat there I watched boats coming in and out of the harbour, some modern fibre glass hull boats, yet a good selection of traditional wooden boats. And I started photographing one such boat and suddenly realised there were interesting reflections as the prow cut through the water. I only had time to get off a handful of shots before the boat’s angle and direction changed. This is one of those images with a lovely 3 way reflection. I like Sweden.