Svamptema i Gamla Uppsala och Jällaskogen
Om en vecka åker jag på en historiedidaktisk konferens till Köln och det börjar bli dags att göra i ordning en presentation inför vårt symposium.
Samtidigt har terminen nu startat på allvar, vilket betyder att många bollar börjar både rulla och småstudsa lite här och där.
För att hinna med har delar av helgen använts till arbete och på måndagen susade jag iväg till ett kafé för att skriva på en artikel inför ett temanummer.

In a week...
.... I'm heading to a history education conference in Cologne, and it's about time to get my presentation ready for our symposium.
At the same time, the semester has really kicked off, which means that a lot of things are starting to roll and bounce around a bit here and there.
Part of the weekend was therefore spent working, and on Monday I rushed off to a café to write an article for a special issue.
The big advantage of Fredrik changing jobs is that he is now in Uppsala.
This means that we can meet up and have lunch from time to time.
Today we met up at Stationen and one of the many topics of conversation was buying a bike for Eleonora.
Gosh, there are so many weird people out there.
- Come to Flogsta at five o'clock.
- OK. Where?
- Street X.
- What's the number?
- We can meet at the bike rack on the corner.
- OK.
- I'll be a little late, but you can look at the bike in the meantime. By the way, I only take cash.
- Hm. Is it registered?
Silence.
- Well, I was just wondering...
- It was bought second-hand a few years ago... so... I don't know. There are no papers. Do you want it or not?
All the warning lights start flashing wildly with a slight screeching sound and Fredrik slowly backs away from the spot.
Since a friend and I were going out to the forest to pick mushrooms at six in the evening, I couldn't be bothered to go home, so I sat down in Odinsborg's café to work.
The place has served as inspiration for my latest novel, Lindormens Rike (The Kingdom of the Lindworm).
It felt like I was still on holiday, with lots of tourists walking past me with trays in their hands, enjoying the late summer heat (28 degrees).
My ears picked up a few Italians, Danes, Germans, Japanese and French people before they shut themselves off so I could focus on my writing.
It's kind of cool to be at Odinsborg, as this is where Sweden's [Svea Rike] very first court was located.
Several kings were crowned on the large hill until the 13th century.
The Odinsborg building itself was built in 1899 in a national romantic style, and I just read that the place was hit by dry rot in 2017.
I associate dry rot with horror stories.
Source: ‘It feels almost supernatural when you look at pictures of how real dry rot, Serpula lacrymans, attacks and grows. It is a fungus that, under the right conditions – heat, humid air and access to nutrients – can literally “eat up” entire houses...’A major difference between real dry rot and other types of rot is that its long root system allows it to spread as far as 20 metres from the point of attack in search of water and food (dissolved lime and wood),‘ Fredrik points out. ’This means it can even crawl over glass, sheet metal and plastic to survive."
No fungus appeared, but after a few hours I went for a walk.
Under the Old Uppsala Church, there is said to be an ancient pagan temple, and the Kungshögarna hills were created in 500 AD.
Although I have been there many times, the place always gives me a special feeling.
The fungus theme continues.
At six o'clock, Ingela and I rushed to Jällaskogen to pick mushrooms. During two hours, we got a walk, many stories, but only four small mushrooms.
The outing ended with two delicious chanterelle sandwiches and sticky cake in Lindbacken.
I rolled home around nine o'clock while listening to Torsdagsklubben and heard a lively story when I got home about a Mozart who is becoming increasingly refined in his old age when it comes to begging for food...





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