Ribe Cathedral

A beautiful morning, I went up onto the dunes for a bit of drawing. Absolutely fascinated by the wind and the marram grass and the dunes. Lorraine and I popped into the hot tub, which was like having a bubble massage.

In the afternoon we all drove off to the oldest town in this part of Denmark, Ribe. First job was for us all to go into a cafe restaurant, to wolf down an open sandwich. I  chose one with herring and pickles and salads and dab of curry sauce. Very yummy. I wanted the herring as Romy had lent be a book of short stories by a Danish writer, the first of which featured herring. Then we walked through the old town, looking very lovely and not dissimilar to  places in England, however the doors had a flavour of their own, some of them looking quite Tolkeinesque.

The cathedral rather nice and made out of bricks. Some gorgeous glass inside, and the doors very interesting too. I loved the symbols for the evangelists on the heavy doors (eagle, bull, lion and man/ angel). 

Then a stroll around and to the Viking museum, which I was particularly looking forward to. Not a wonderful place, and glossed over some of the livelier slaughtering the Vikings got up to on their travels. Vikings visited Lindisfarne apparently in 793, the slaughter, desecration of the church and so on unmentioned. 

We stopped off on the way back to do some shopping. Lorraine buying some of the gorgeous pickled herrings.

Gorgeous end of the choir's pew showing the beautiful glass and paintings inside Ribe Cathedral.