Take to the Skies!

A good homeward journey from Arhus in a full plane.

This morning we went to where Lone works as a lecturer in a

Community Further Education College and then to look around an exhibition of

sculptures by Zimbawian artists housed in someone's garden. If only we'd had the space on the plane and oh yes, the money. Lunch was in a traditional restaurant set in a park. A little walk in the sunshine and then off to where Jesper works at the TV studios. We weren't really hungry but we had the tea and chocolate cake on offer in his office

all the same and the eating and drinking wasn't done yet ....

in the evening we went to a restaurant that

our hosts had wanted to try for a while. It was in a very old farm building with a minimialist interior set in a cobbled courtyard . The food being nouvelle cuisine was minimalist too but absolutely delicious. After all the heavy stuff that we'd eaten during the day, it was a perfect choice. All these contrasts were a great way to finish our stay in Denmark.

Salty Old Queen of the Sea

A 8am start for the 1h.45 drive to Copenhagen where Lone acted as tourist guide while Jesper went to a meeting. Weather was dull so we started with a stroll around colourful Christiana, a somewhat anarchic squat in an large area that was once barracks. There were lots of interesting sights but there were also lots of signs that asked for 'no photos' - wonder why?? The best way to see the city Lone thought was by canal boat and this certainly got Christian's vote! The leisurely chug along the waterways was effortless, there was plenty to see and only a few drops of rain. Of course there was the little mermaid and as she's off to visit China at the beginning of next year our timing was good. Ready for lunch we headed off into the main shopping area lined with smart shops but they could wait. Ate in a Turkish restaurant, wandered a bit and then met up with Jesper for the return jouney to a light snack and take-it-east evening.

Ride in the Country

Fuzzy heads and tired feet were helped by a long lie followed by a great bruch cooked up by Jesper. As we couldn't waste the day, it was into the car to visit some of the Danish countryside. First stop was at an old farm in which they have a share dating back to their hippie days when several families bought it together. Today it's run by one of their number but they still retain visiting and voting rights. A truly pretty and peaceful place. The great outdoors continued with a trip to the sea (well, you're never far away from the water here) to friends' organic potato farm. They weren't there but we wandered around and visited a hut overlooking the sea which is used as a weekend escape in the warmer weather. After the agriculture came the art with a visit to Alexander and Beth's house for tea which was taken in Beth's new studio where she was laid up with a sprained ankle. We passed this tree on the way which is a work of art in itself. Home for dinner and to watch "Brokeback Moubtain".

Let's Party

Saturday started as Saturday always starts with a trip to the market. More or less all food with even a Scottish cheddar cheese maker who's been in Denmark for donkey's years. There was another wander through picturesque streets as far as the Hans Christen Anderson museum but we only stopped to buy post cards. Then it was lunch outside where several clients used the blankets that were provided but not us hardy souls, we're made of sterner stuff. Today is our wedding anniversary (18 years) and we celebrated by celebrating the 60th birthday of our hosts' friend Colette. The party was held in the workshop of her husband's (a famous sculpter) workshop. A rock n roll lesson, a dance card to fill, lots of fizz, scrummy buffet, friendly people and a taxi ride home with a bottle of champagne to keep us company! The Danes know how to pary!

Up and Away!

Worked right up until the last moment yesterday to be ready for the off to Denmark. Quite reminded me of when I was working and I used post reports to Margaret from the airport to type. Left the house at 3.45am for the flight Gerona - Bilund. Arrived in semi-sunshine to a surprisingly flat countryside and a warm welcome from Lone and Jesper. Came home by a scenic route stopping off in a bakery for what else but a danish pastry which was accompanied by a free coffee. A leisurely lunch, a little rest and then a walk around Odense. Some very quaint streets particularly around the Hans Christian Anderson house. Had 2 wines and a tea outside in the square which cost 18€! Now we realise why Nordic folk find prices so reasonable when they come here.

In the evening we were whisked off to a professional ice-hockey match where nephews had played and Jesper's brother had been the coach. I don't think they should have retired as they lost! Still Christian was dead chuffed with his team shirt and there were fireworks, lots of razzamatazz and very little aggro.

The Usual

Association meeting then to Viv and Pepe's for an apéro while Christian helped them sort out their planning form then there was another (impromtu) apéro this evening chez Jacques. There's just no escape! What a pity!

Slow to Recover

Thanks to our soirée last night, Jean-Louis obviously made enough not to bother to open up today so we had to take coffee at home with Viv and Pepe who we met as they were coming out of church. Too tired to cook so we went along to the auberge for lunch. It takes so much longer to recover these days. Linde came by in the evening and we finished off the cava lurking in the fridge then the bliss of a good night's sleep.

Belated Birthday Celebrations

Not content with getting ready for this evenings 'do' we participated in the European Museums' Open Doors day with a visit to La Jonquera. If you're a regular follower of the blog you'll know that we also did it last year. Well, this was a rerun with transport in military vehicles, museum visit, walk along the the route of the Retirada and lunch at the Auberge. There were fewer of us than last time partly as there was less publicity and partly with this being the 60th anniversary there was a major commemoration at Riversaltes where one of the biggest refugee camps was set up. Still the sense of history and the suffering of the people as they fled Franco and fascism was ever present. Among our number were some sons and daughters of the refugees and it was interesting that some of them asked why we (the Brits) were there. It didn't take long to explain...
The evening was a completely different affair ... an apéritif musical ... with a Catalan guitarist and a Scottish piper who played on the terrace of the local bar. There must have been about 70 of us altogether and it was the first time in my life that I had ever had a big birthday party! The piper went down a real treat and he was oh so patient when asked the usual question. It brought a real lump to my throat as he came walking across the square playing "Scotland the Brave". Rather than have birthday presents I asked if people would like to make a donation to a new association in the village which aims to support a group of women in the Democratic (!) Republic of Congo against whom rape has been used as weapon of war. Before you start to feel sorry for me this idea is not usual here in France so I did get some pressie's as well. Alistair stayed over for the night and a few of us continued in the house which meant that there was another chance to have "Flower of Scotland".

Our Round

What a good night we had. 25 people from the association came around to sample the delights of pub games and pub grub. too many to cater for we settled for the elements of a Ploughman's buffet style. The scotch eggs done by Maggie went down a bomb and the pickled eggs I did went down like a lead balloon! The pork scratchings didn't have many takers either. The beer, however, was well appreciated. We were 'honoured' with the Maire's presence along with his wife and a couple of their German friends plus French and English in equal numbers, and a Uruguayan. Finally made it to bed at 2am feeling pleased with ourselves that all had gone so well..