Pitching a tent on the grounds of Kirribilli and offering Mr Albanese a sip of my rehydrated coffee. The opportunities to freeload would be endless, much like the lemon trees and rosemary sprigs I could ransack.But I was getting distracted.I needed to take advantage of this law, to push myself and to experience the wild side of Sweden It was a little camping spot by the water with a wooden wind hut, a fire pit and a neat bundle of logs. But what happened next has to be seen to be believed.The scene typified what makes Allemansrätten so special — to find a free place to spend the night, and for it to be so scrupulously maintained and inviting, was a treat.But, I was alone