A root cellar and a story

It’s July and I’m in Sweden visiting family. It’s a hot, hot summer for once, and everything is blue skies and sunshine. A few days ago we visited Bjuröklubb, and there, near the water, I saw the open door of an old root cellar. Framed by two pines, it makes a pretty striking image, and it reminded me very much of my story “The Root Cellar” in Beneath Ceaseless Skies.

Grandma’s root cellar looks like a barrow in the gloaming: door facing north, yawning wide beneath the hill. Lintel so low it makes me crouch, threshold so high it makes me stumble.

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The similarity between root cellars and barrows, bot when it comes to looks and construction, was one big inspiration for this story. And as you can see, it’s pretty striking even in full sunlight, rather than the gloaming…

1 Comment

  1. Good grief! The picture brings me into mind of an entrance, when seen in a film, that causes the entire audience to cry as one ‘don’t go through the door!’. Love it, it is the first time I have heard of a root cellar, incidentally.

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