This view reminds me of an old song by Ulf Lundell.
”I like the best in open countryside, close to the sea, I want to live,
a few months a year so that the soul can get calm.
I like the best in open countryside, where the winds are gaining momentum.
Where the lizards go high in the sky, and sing well.
There I burn my own brand, and season with St. John's wort,
and drink it with pleasure, to herring and homemade wort.
I like the best in open countryside, close to the sea, I want to live.
I like the best in peace and freedom, for both body and soul,
no one comes into my presence, which closes and steals.
I like the best when the day breaks, the fields are filled with light,
when it's gonna be mad at a distance, when it's far to the nearest house.
But still so close, that a quiet and quiet night,
when sitting under the stars can hear the party's laughter.
I like the best in peace and freedom, for both body and soul.
I like the best when the sea is swallowing, and the gulls are screaming,
when the beach is filled with seashells, with sea music outside.
When it's clear and simple, get advice as it please,
when yes, yes, and no, is no, and doubt tiger still.
Then I tie a wreath of leaves and put it around the nearest stone,
where the runes were shaken for our sake, sometime long ago.
I like the best when the sea is swallowing, and the gulls are screaming.”
