Strange country, Sweden. Paganism is alive and well here. According to tradition, every Easter all the Swedish witches get on their broomsticks and fly down to Blågylla, a small island just off the island of Öland where Grandma Stina lives, for a big orgy with the Dark One.
And so of course to celebrate this, on Easter Thursday all the small children dress up as witches and go round collecting sweets from friends and neighbours. Here's Zo, all togged up, looking very sweet.
Don't worry! That's not the Horned One in the other photo, just me. People do often get us mixed up!
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