My dad is from Sweden, and one summer we visited various old relatives and friends on the Stockholm Archipelago. My memories are hazy (I’ll have to get my dad to recap the story in laborious detail to me again), but there was this one chap (who may or may not have been the same person who rebuilt his hips with muscle!) who’d bulit an enormous slide into the sea from his house above. You had to go down it on a cart!

More on this some other time…