
A few minutes outside of Sundsvall (about 210 miles north of Stockholm), an old rusty tugboat caught my eye, and we stopped to stretch our legs at a place called Svartvik (“Black Bay”) which looked like an abandoned industrial site of an old shipping yard as well as the final resting place of the tugboat.
Though it was a warm spring day (around 12°c), the nearby bay was still frozen solid enough to scuttle across in some parts. I wasn’t taking any chances.


