Ironically, it was the events that followed a family tragedy that brought about that first special meeting with Agnetha. In February 1994 my father passed away, so naturally for months afterwards, thoughts of the annual trip to Stockholm never even crossed my mind.

However, as July approached family and friends persuaded me that taking my Stockholm holiday would do me good, so after much thought I finally gave in, and off I went to "The Venice of the North" once again! Looking back on that magical holiday, I was so glad I listened to everyone!

My friends in Stockholm were just wonderful, and they made sure it was my best time ever in their beautiful city, still little did I know what lay ahead for me that vacation! One day my friend Eva told me she was taking me on a "surprise trip", so off we drove in her car, with me not having a clue what was going on. I remember it was such a beautiful Stockholm summers day, and it didn't matter to me where we were headed!

We drove out of the city, until soon we were in sweet smelling Swedish countryside. The further we went, the less cars seem to pass us coming the other way, still I had no clue! Eventually, we pulled into a driveway on a long winding country road, with no human life to be seen! The only living creatures apart from us, seemed to be the lovely horses in the field besides the lane we were parked in. "OK, so were ARE we?" I begged of my friend.