We seem to have found ourselves in this place… Fiskars, Finland.
One month residency.
A beautifully renovated wooden house.
A studio each.
Bicycles.
Lakes.
Woods.
Warmth.
An incredible welcome.
Couldn't really ask for much more right now.
We feel very smug*
Sorry. * Postscript: apparently it isn't smugness, it's happiness.
I stand corrected.
