To Denmark

A pleasant flight, despite my misapprehensions and nervousness. I was looking at my phone at some of my recent poem during takeoff and this, along with Lorraine next to me, made me feel strangely calm. At Billund the Brexit dividend of a long slow queue. Lorraine talking to people in the queue and several going to weddings. Once through, we got a first 'tak' from a man. We collected our hire car from a very pleasant Somali origin guy. The car hire building set apart and nice and calm. 

The landscape seemed to be very open and rural, with excellent roads, with hardly any cars on them. A big difference to southern England. Once Lorraine installed in the car -- a new automatic Audi -- and had become a little more confident as she had never driven an automatic before, she really liked it. The trip to the west coast of Jutland incredibly easy with very few other cars. Farmland, hedges and the odd wood, and the occasional small village or town. All very lovely, like an unspoilt England.

Thanks to google maps and L's excellent driving mantra (right is right) as we were on the wrong side of the road for us, we arrived in an hour and seventeen minutes.

The place we are staying, a gorgeous open plan house, painted black in what seems to be the local style. Toby and Romy and Gillian came out to greet us. Great to see Gillian who I'd not seen for years. 

Lots of chatting then a walk over the sand dunes, which create a line of hills between the settlement of houses, which mostly seem to be holiday homes. We climbed up the dune on a tethered rope ladder, with wooden steps put into the slight incline of the dune to protect it from erosion. I was walking with Romy, and behind us a German child saying 'links, links, links, rechts, links' climbing up behind us.

Out onto a very long straight white sanded beach called Bjerregård Strand. People on it flying kites. A gorgeous light. 

Back home and Romy had cooked a rather excellent spaghetti bolognese. Toby, Romy and Gillian had been to the market on the way here from Copenhagen and there was plenty to eat and drink. A merry night.

Below, we were sitting over the wing of the plane. Romy and Lorraine, with a tiny Toby and Gillian over Romy's shoulder, a shot of the sky.