The smell of gasoline and seaweed that transcended into timber the closer you got to the fishing hut. The small, never-closing window, the hasp that fitted loosely and always was supposed to be fixed next year. The spider web in the door chink, the squeaking wooden floor that led up to the frayed work bench.
The pattern in Fiskelycka consists of mackerel, bladderwrack and reed. The colors feature pale grey, silver and blue.