Bilund to Blighty

Up and after eating scrambled eggs on toast Romy had made, we packed as the others went for a short walk over the dunes. Later we drove in a convoy slightly southeast Henne Kirkeby Cro (Cro translates as Inn in Danish). A beautiful place in its own grounds, with a big garden at the back where many of the  fruits and herbs and so on were grown. A lovely restaurant room, tasteful minimal decoration, crisp white tablecloths, artfully selected flowers, and interesting Danish recent art on the walls. I was looking at two pictures of the backs of heads. A meal of many little courses, all exquisite sweetbread, mackerel, cod, little crumpets served with cream and caviare, sauces with wonderful delicate flavours, lemon and herbs for example, all served with style. As we were three drivers we drank kombucha in different flavours (mine a lovely cherry flavour. A cheery meal and good to get to know Nori and Verna better. Romy and Toby treated us to it, to say goodbye to us, and hello to Nori and Verna, which was very kind of them. After lunch a walk around in the garden, slightly maze-like with beech hedges and at the end of it a yellow door and doorframe standing alone at the end of a path like a portal into another world.

Then fond farewells outside the Kro. Sorry especially to say goodbye to Toby and Romy. We set off for Bilund Airport. Just over an hour's drive. We had to fill up the car with petrol. A moment of uncertainty at the unstaffed pump, as it seemed to have charged me twice, but checking my bank account all was fine. Then we dropped off the car without incident, and made into the airport. A bit of faffing, Lorraine's e-boarding pass refused to show itself so she got them to print off a paper one. We had some time and went to the airport bar, and had a lager each. Then off to the gate. I was detained by an infuriating immigration woman, who told me at great length that my passport was running out and got up to show her colleague that my passport was running out. The colleague agreed that indeed my passport was running out. Etc. Conscious effort to remain polite payed off. 

All passengers loaded into the plane well ahead of schedule, and we simply took off early. I felt absolutely fine on the flight, and enjoyed it. I even let Lorraine sit by the window for part of it, and she was able to see the Kent coast and France in the distance and we had a glimpse of Seaford too. The journey home very easy, and we had time to buy a sandwich in the airport before the train came. Getting on the Seaford train Lorraine and I sat next to a pair of decidedly odd coves. Who when I sat next to one, said I don't mind, in a strange voice, and the other one said I don't mind, and the first one repeated I don't mind a couple of times. Soon we realised they were both a bit simple. 

Stumbled gratefully home, Brian vocally pleased to see us. The gold sofa, and another glass of cold lager. All well.