It featured large quantities of herring, garlands and people dancing like frogs.
The sun barely set, the Aquavit flowed and I ended up with flowers in my hair at the foot of a lakeside maypole. Although the festivities were, thankfully, a morris dancing-free zone.
Yes, I’m just back from celebrating a traditional West Sweden midsummer.
This is the one time of year in Sweden when everyone – from builders to bankers – downs tools and embraces the hedonistic carpe diem of the longest day.
You can read my story in the Weekend FT this coming Saturday.
Meanwhile, check out a Flickr gallery from the trip.
Watch a couple of Vimeo videos from the trip, the frog dance and midsummer jamming.
Or scroll back down the links posted in situ over the weekend on my Twitter page.
Have you been to West Sweden? Or do you have a great midsummer experience to share?
Post your views below.