This was a long day, not helped by getting away late from Boda Borg. It was a relatively short walk into Torpshammar, where I had a break and a bite to eat. Then the next leg, to Fransta, seemed to drag, although there were some very interesting 1960s-era American two door coupes to break up the stream of Volvos, Mercs and Beemers.
The pilgrim lodging is in an old chapel. Perhaps the priest's house in its day, a long time ago. I had the choice of six beds, but only one had a power point, which eliminated the notre comfortable looking ones.
I'll walk back into Fransta in the morning to catch the train,Læs mere