Our pal Kerstin, a full-time prosecutor, and part-time farmer, hosted our annual crayfish fest last night here in Vejbystrand. Pleasant as it was, this year’s party will fortunately not be recorded as an evening overflowing with excessiveness in the annals of history. A half dozen of the usual suspects and I sat outdoors in Kerstin’s idyllic garden with her three beautiful horses prancing about nearby – all the while entertaining ourselves with one or two herb-infused snaps and other adult beverages – as well as an abundance of crayfish, pies, and cheeses. And while possibly an embarrassment for both an onlooking Viking and a Teetotaller, today, I’m certain we’re all thankful for last night’s measured consumption.