We spent a weekend in Linton, Cambridgeshire so Richard could complete research on his Great Uncle Herbert’s life for the book he hopes to self publish soon. We drove over to Hadstock to look at a farmstead where Herbert and Richard’s grandfather grew up. On the return to the car we came across this shed with a message that I was pretty sure was in Swedish. We went to Google Translate and this was the message:
“I have written what I should have said but I messed it up. However, I wish that before the darkness falls over me the last thing that is seen of me will be a clenched fist among water lilies and the last thing that is heard will be a word of bubbles from the bottom.”
