EDIT: I just changed my notes from the day altogether and picked an image to accompany the later notes. Just because didn't want to be too much bothered by the earlier ones.

Will be away for a couple of days again.

My new notes.

Later in the evening I biked to an area with old and modest tiny little summer huts side by side, each having a small area for a table and a few chairs, maybe some space for a couple of beds inside, but that was all. The water front was nobody's but shared by all so everyone and even the passers by had equal access to the sea. Here and there I could hear comfy noises of people sitting outside and chatting.

I stopped to look at the sea and the darkening clouds and ended up chatting with another one who came after me, to see when the rain is coming as he said. I quickly learned he had spent his summers there for sixty years during which his view from his hut hadn't changed a bit. And - he happily revealed - he did come here as a young lad to heal the wounds young people tend to get when they know nothing about life. After a while it started dribbling, he left to let his cat out. I snapped a couple of pics of the loosestrifes. On my way home I stopped one more time, trying to capture a rainbow that appeared behind me. And didn't make it before a downfall started

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My earlier notes:

The sign said, there is dog free in the area. If you encounter the dog, lay down, stay still and wait for help. If the help is not coming, GOOD LUCK!

This was by a small gravel road, on a way to a marked nature trail in Nuuksio, quite good for hiking with kids. Pretty soon there was two summer huts and apparently the road leading to many other summer huts in the area cut their direct access to a lake. I assume they just wanted to scare other people as far away as possible.

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