"The litter - deplorable! Having the guts to throw all kinds of rubbish in this little fishing paradise! Hope such fishermen are ported for good! But there were fish, saw real high-jumping bastards that would have been something to bring home and show off! Mr. Nelson (my cat) was disappointed when he only got two "pale-eyed" roach cousins for food. Controller: Matter-of-fact, nice! F ö I was completely alone by the lake all afternoon, the young man who figured on the opposite side already disappeared at noon. A nice autumn day: One of the gems of the year! Catching fish was not the main role this day, it was among other things the cranes that flew chattering over the lake, the high autumn air, the watchful teddy fish, who raised the water level by a decimeter with their huge splash/wake (I think) Comparatively, the Pentecost friends can throw their promised paradise "with streets of gold on which one shall once slip stumbling about in a white longsock tinkling on a harp" where the pepper grows! - nothing compared to a day like this at Gropen - the paradise of the moment - worth remembering when the cold takes over!"
  Kolbäcksgropen