Our summer place is located near the foot of an old ski slope. It has not been in use for many years, and I remember going there as a kid to pick lupins. The hillside was brimming with lupins. From the crest you also had a grand vista over lake Bergsjön, "our lake". You could see the two islands, the tiny cape, the rock that was white with bird droppings (and was a very good navigation mark), and the green fields on the other side. These days, the ski slope hosts a thick and sightproof fir tree plantation, hiding most of the view.
But back in the summer of 1982, they could still overlook the whole lake.