Among the cloudberries in August

At the start of August the bog is like another country. Your foot sinks into soft moss, and orange berries glow on every side: the cloudberries are ripe.

The cloudberry is a capricious berry. It grows only on bogs, flowers rarely and ripens for just a few days. You have to guess the right moment, and often the guess is wrong.

There is no hurry on a cloudberry bog, because the bog is in no hurry either.

This year I picked two litres. It is not much, but it is enough: some goes in the freezer, some into cloudberry jam, and the rest I eat at once, straight from the tub.

And yes, there were mosquitoes. But they are part of it.