I did not say this picture was taken in Sweden.

Also I know that you know this bedroom.

But this was cold, cold night in winter (though not as cold as Sweden where it remind me of, and heart aches for my homeland).

But this photo is not England:

The sea is North Sea. Are you remembering whence this photo is being taken?

What is this strange poem you are posting? Wherefore are all the lyrical love poem which you have been writing for many years? Some of them to Anna. Poems in where you talk of walking down country lane and knowing that one's life will never be the same after this night? This is sort of romantic writing which is sadly needed today (or if not today, tomorrow).

Anna