High on the northern shore of western Europe's largest body of 'springwater' lies a cove in the hollow shoulder of Tiveden: Sweden's myth-permeated 'black forest'. In the lee of pine-covered cliffs which fall away to crystal depths below,you will find Granvik, and a sigh of relief.

Eight small cabins ring a hidden harbour. Mere meters away from the chair on your verandah, vast lake Vättern greets you with a forty kilometer view and a sunrise on her distant shore.

For those with privy to its' existence, it is here, to Granvik, that businessmen and families, sportfishermen and the newly-betrothed come, and later, return. Our treasure, this great lake Vättern, has the power to soothe...with a touch of her breath on your cheek, with the sound of her pulse through your pillow at night.

Around us in Granvik, stands a fortress in green, with centuries of history,and an ancient god's name. A secretive forest of tall fir and pine, it lives to give shelter to a myriad of life. Scattered about in its' pelt like fine gems, lie tiny lakes perfect, in silent self-awareness. Uncounted colonies of mushrooms live in peace here with the wildest of strawberries, blueberries and deer. Even great moose moved hushed on moss-carpets. Only in Spring, guesting birds break the spell.

In Tiveden Forest, which no king could tame, there are stories of the passing of peoples and things. For those who can read there is much sign about, of many a human, and some who were nought. There are rumours of those who have haven within, of nymphs,trolls and fairies, and 'unspeakable things'... and legends of outcasts, and maidens and monks, lost travellers and outlaws, and woodsmen and louts.....a huddle of great-oaks, alone in a glade, a group of small dwellings aban- doned to shades...