Classy Bear

All of the kanelbullar I ate on my trip to Stockholm in 2023, ranked from best to worst.

Last day in Stockholm. The most disappointing kanelbulle.

Eating our way across Stockholm's neighbourhoods: bullar in Östermalm, fika on Skeppsbro, korvar and meatballs in Södermalm.

Going to a building with a big ship inside, coffee and kanelbulle in the fancy part of town, a disappointing pick'n'mix, being mistaken for locals at a kebab place.

Visiting Birka, drinking a flight of IPAs at a Whippet Bar, attending a post-metal concert, eating grillade korvar.

Visiting Skansen, doing a fika, having a life-changing experience with a cinnamon roll, going for a run, reindeer for dinner.

Arriving in Stockholm at an average speed of two hundred kph or thereabouts.

My first outing at a cross-country running event. Rain before, mud during, and lots of cake directly afterwards.

A trip to the United Kingdom's answer to Disney World.

A proper post about doing a triathlon: how it felt, what I did, and who couldn't get my name right at the end.

Quiet one round our end.

Living exhausted in the shadow of the Castle Howard triathlon.

Joining a running club, attending Middlesbrough Front End, getting my bike tuned up, competing in a triathlon

A busier week than usual: a spa day, a cold, a trip to Scotland, a dip in a reservoir, a walk up Worm Hill.

Doing way more running, cycling, and swimming than I ever thought I would. Also: getting back on the motorbike!

Getting back into it.

A long month of nothing, waiting for my hand to fix itself.

Got a bit of momentum behind us on what feels like the darkest month of the year, astronomy be damned.

2022 was a year of real highs and lows. We got a dog, climbed a bunch of mountains, learned to ride a motorcycle, re-learned how to ride a bicycle, travelled to Europe, travelled to the United States, read a whole bunch, and wasted a buttload of time.