Daytrippin' to Fjällbacka

Day three on the Swedish west coast and we decided to branch out, hopping in the car and heading north along the coastline.

We accompanied the scenic drive with some music, tuning into NRJ radio station for a heady mix of Eurotrance and Justin Bieber. Nothing was censored and we were merrily belting out the questionable tunes, expletives and all, in no time.

Then we arrived in Fjällbacka and things took a more serene turn.

Another seaside beauty, Fjällbacka's a popular summer resort. Ingrid Bergman fell in love with it in the 1950s (there's a square dedicated to her here) and crime writer Camilla Läckberg has set many a novel in the town.

Park high up by the church and stroll past a smattering of chic summer shops - think Petit Bateau baby garms and classic Scandinavian homeware - before dropping down to the harbour to watch boats jostle for places in the marina.

It's a quaint, pretty town with a substantial rose obsession. There's even a museum dedicated to the stems.

We were reliably informed that you can't visit the west coast without trying some of the incredibly fresh seafood so when hunger struck, we went on the hunt.

There was a cute restaurant right in the centre but it looked pretty busy so we walked out to Richters, a more secluded spot with incredible views out over the bay. Grab a table on their terrace and put in your order.

SO many prawns! And super fresh, too.

On the quest for yet more beaut views, we pottered back into town and eyed up Kungsklyftan.

Steps all the way up, I thought!

Then this happened.

After scrabbling through the gorge and feeling like Indiana all over again, we made it to the top.

Before our eyes popped with the beauty of it all, we scrambled back down, belted out some more Scandi classics on the way home and made it back to Smögen in time for supper and one last sunset.

Please go the Bohuslän coast if you get the chance. It is seriously dreamy.