Erika Lagerbielke, Sweden’s ‘queen of glass’, answers the phone. A call from one summerhouse to another. She is at hers in Gotland. ‘I finally got the best idea ever’ I say. ‘You with your new glass in the sea. IN the sea! Do you get it?’ Paus. ‘Yeees…’ she says. ‘…but it’s always windy here, the waves always too big...’ Erika promises to take a walk and try to find a calm spot; that sheltered little bay that she assures me doesn´t exist. Well. It doesn’t. We end up having only one evening for the gig. It will be an evening of tremendous luck: no wind, no rain. Mother Nature in here wisdom understanding exactly what we are trying to achieve. Helping, lending support. We wade a hundred yards out into the sea to get the pictures, slipping on stones and with water up to my knees. Perfect.

Erika Lagerbielke, Sweden’s ‘queen of glass’, answers the phone. A call from one summerhouse to another. She is at hers in Gotland. ‘I finally got the best idea ever’ I say. ‘You with your new glass in the sea. IN the sea! Do you get it?’ Paus. ‘Yeees…’ she says. ‘…but it’s always windy here, the waves always too big...’ Erika promises to take a walk and try to find a calm spot; that sheltered little bay that she assures me doesn´t exist. Well. It doesn’t. We end up having only one evening for the gig. It will be an evening of tremendous luck: no wind, no rain. Mother Nature in here wisdom understanding exactly what we are trying to achieve. Helping, lending support. We wade a hundred yards out into the sea to get the pictures, slipping on stones and with water up to my knees. Perfect.