I’ve seen the light!

Chilly dips, super-fresh seafood and blissful seclusion drew Harriet Sime to this unique Swedish island retreat

AYOUNG boy with bright red hair and perfect English hands me two large stones. ‘Here, use these to break down the claws,’ he says. I pick them up and start bashing away in search of the prized meat.

There are eight of us sitting around a long wooden table laden with platters of ice-cold crayfish, shrimp and crab claws, along with bowls of aioli, seaweed-infused mayonnaise and cubes of hard, salty local cheese.

My friend and I are the only Britons. The other guests, all swedish, roll up their sleeves and tuck in, bashing, twisting, peeling and scooping with a precision that says they’ve done this a fair few times before.

It’s dirty business (I even manage to cut myself and, embarrassingly, have to dash out for a plaster), but we quickly forget our British reserve and, with the help of our new friends, devour the lot, the salty juice running down our wrists and off our chins. We’re staying on Pater Noster, a tiny rocky island (just 250 metres long and 120 metres wide) three miles off of the west coast of sweden, which has an 18th- century lighthouse and a newly opened five-bed hotel.

For more than 150 years, the lighthouse guided sailors through the hazardous waters that shipwrecked 900 boats before its construction in 1868. All the lighthouse master and his staff had was the sea; their lives were dictated by the storms and the wind that threw salt spray more than 80 ft into the air, often leaving them stranded for months on end. The families survived on a diet of seals, crab and boiled seawater; the salty, alty, windwindswept terrain too tough to keep livestock or grow anything. The lighthouse was decommissioned in 1977, leaving the island deserted until a group of local entrepreneurs signed a lease contract with the government and opened what is now one of sweden’s best boutique hotels in the summer of

MOST 2020. guests, like us, , come for one night to o play in splendid d isolation. Brisk, icy y swims in the seven-degree ocean n are followed by steamy dips in n the salt-water hot tubs which h look out towards Denmark.

We dine communally in the old d wooden boathouse strung with h bright orange fishing waders and d sleep in the red clapboard main n house, which was once home to o the lighthouse master, keeper, r, servant and their families.

It’s a joy being holed up on an n island with six exceptionally ly friendly natives.

Over a four- course dinner, we swap stories and learn how wew swedes love coffee (10 cups a day ay is the norm for some), how every other swedish family has a boat and how their obsession with cinnamon buns is genuine (one guest brought a bagful with her). Anders — one of the entrepreneurs (they make sure there is always one of them on the island) — dishes out the flowery Riesling, lighthouse stories and seafood with passion, beginning with delicious deep-fried bright green seaweed that the chef picked on the island just minutes earlier.

As the sun drops and the sky turns pink, the boy with bright red hair appears playing a violin. We sit in silence, with only the wind interrupting his stirring performance. some on the table are reduced to tears.

Anders tells us how he practises in the lighthouse during his breaks, but only plays to guests when he feels like it. ‘He likes us, we’re a good group,’ says one woman. We smile and nod in contented silence.

The next morning, we reluctantly say goodbye and join the short boat ride back to the mainland, passing dozens of chubby seals sunbathing on a nearby tiny island.

The 40-minute drive to Gothenburg takes us through the pretty archipelagos; the red and yellow clapboard homes appearing with more regularity on the green, flat landscape until we reach the city’s cobbled centre.

We’re determined to experience ‘fika’ — a tradition in which swedes catch up with friends over coffee and cake — so we swiftly head to Haga, the city’s old boho district.

Thrift shops and leather stores pop up on every corner and doughy cinnamon buns the size of our heads lure in weary shoppers. The afternoon is spent exploring, stopping for cake and coffee that turns into Aperol spritz and then wine with salted almonds at one of the many trendy bars.

The city (population 500,000) is best explored on foot but, for tired legs, historic blue trams rattle along the streets and past the pretty canals and parks with precise regularity (Gothenburg has the largest tram network in Northern Europe).

seafood is serious business in sweden’s second s city, too, thanks to the frosty, salty west w coast, which is packed with shellfish.

On our last evening, we take the tram to Brasserie Lavette, a seafood and grill restaurant in the south of the city. We almost order the crayfish so we can show off our new shell-bashing skills.

But instead, we choose to reminisce over fish gratin, steak and chablis and take that precious memory away with us.

TRAVEL FACTS

REGENT Holidays ( regent-holidays.co.uk) offers a five-day Gothenburg & Pater Noster Lighthouse Retreat from £2,395 pp. Price based on two sharing, including return flights, two nights at Pater Noster Lighthouse on full board basis, two nights at Hotel Pigalle in Gothenburg on B&B basis and transfers between the two. See visitsweden.com.