Kapellskar Sweden
Sweden
Frequently Asked Questions
At the port terminals on the Roslagen coast, about 90 kilometres northeast of Stockholm. It is primarily a ferry port, on the edge of the Stockholm archipelago, one of the largest in the world with some 30,000 islands and skerries.
No, and it is best to know that as you walk down the gangway: no old town, no national museum, no shopping street. What this call does best lies among the pines, on the pink granite and out on the water. It is a nature interlude, not a city stop.
Walk in the Riddersholm nature reserve, within walking distance of the port: some twenty kilometres of flat trails through meadows, woodland and shoreline, to be sampled according to your time. A morning’s walk and a picnic on a rocky point make a complete call.
A coastal estate reachable on foot from the quays, with flat, well-kept paths crossing old pastures where sheep still graze, skirting inlets where eiders and mergansers feed, and ending on rocky points with open views of the ferry traffic. A small museum of local traditions opens in season.
Yes, from the neighbouring hamlet of Gräddö, a few kilometres north, which lives by its small marina. Sea kayaks are rented there and the sheltered water forgives beginners. An hour or two of paddling between the skerries remains the truest way to understand this coast.
Very few — essentially the ferry terminal. Come ashore with water and a snack if you plan to walk, and do not count on shops near the trails.
Yes, but the excursion consumes the entire call: roughly an hour and a half each way. The capital’s old town, museums and quays justify a full day, but nothing will be left for the archipelago. Many passengers prefer to stay in the landscape.
It is the gentle option, some twenty kilometres away: the small capital of Roslagen lines pastel wooden houses and cafés along its river. Less ambitious than Stockholm, livelier than the port, and in scale with the region.
In summer, yes, for the brave: Baltic water stays bracing even in July. The granite slabs slope gently into the sea and serve as a natural beach, but they turn slippery in the rain.
Roslagen, the coast that fed generations of Swedish painters and writers: polished granite slabs running down to the Baltic, open pine forest, Falun-red cabins beside quiet coves. This is the Sweden of family summers, of wooden jetties to dive from and June evenings that never quite end.
