When Daughter got off the train in Halmstad on Friday night, half the town (a mere 20,000 to be truthful) was there to meet her. There were fireworks. The police were out, directing traffic and closing off lanes. People were happy, and wandering all over the place. Even the weather was nice, and warm, considering it was 11pm. Still almost light, too.
She’d been travelling for eleven hours by then, and was more than pleased to be getting off the train, seeing as half of half the town seemed to be wanting to get on. I expect it got crowded for a while there. We eventually managed to squeeze our borrowed Saab out of the parking slot we had miraculously found right outside the station (only possible because the big American classic car took up so much space that no one else had attempted the squeeze. The Resident IT Consultant had to breathe in to get out), and it only took half an hour to leave town, as opposed to the normal five minutes.
It wasn’t only Daughter’s arrival that caused the mayhem. The primary reason for the other 19,998 people was the Gyllene Tider concert, a stone’s throw away from the station. Personally I’d been hoping for more concert to be left when we arrived, as it would have meant not only quieter streets, but I could have listened in for free while waiting. But we met the Hot Dog Man as we approached, so worked out it was all over now.
There was piped Gyllene Tider music on offer, however, and the fireworks display was pretty good. The station was long closed, but its café was open, as was the Seamen’s Church along the road. It was not our normal Halmstad at all. I doubt I’ll see the like of it again. (Although, the next concert is on the 7th of August.)
Not sure if the concert dates were known (to me) when Daughter booked her travel tickets. No matter; we couldn’t/wouldn’t have attempted the concert anyway. I feel sad to have missed it, but standing up for several hours with 20,000 happy fans is not my idea of comfort.
Sommartider hej hej, sommartider, hej…