The Lillagunga story
Passion at heart
A few summers back I was looking for a swing for my two sons. I wanted a wooden swing like the one we had, and placed on the same branch of that beautiful old oak tree we used to swing on thirty years earlier. I have a lot of wonderful memories from those joyful moments swinging, talking and laughing with my sister and cousins.
Quite soon my plan turned out more challeninging than I had expected. There were not many alternatives available, none were made of wood, and frankly speaking they all looked terrible. I chose the best I found – a blue plastic swing, with thin white ropes. It was slippery and far from my expectations, but I thought it would probably "do the job".
Three weeks after the swing chair had been in active use, it suddenly broke. Probably due to fragile material a crack had been created in the swing. My sons where obviously dissapointed, and so was I, but I had no choice but to remove it as it had become a safety risk.
After the chair was removed, I was left with the two white ropes, each forming a loop. I looked at the loops and happened to see a wooden plank beside the oak tree. Instantly my creative part of my brain got an impulse to figure how the plank could be placed onto the loops. The first step in the creation of lillagunga was taken.