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Alternative Routes

10 Apr

The good people of Odense would be forgiven for thinking that they have woken up in some kind of dystopic nightmare in which they are condemned to live out their days in an eternal hell of construction-site chaos. Due to an extensive and ongoing redevelopment project, the centre of Odense is, to put it bluntly, a mess. Adhering closely to the principles of stealth warfare it would seem, Odense’s traffic planners are busy implementing new and often surprising traffic routes on a daily basis. Bad enough that the traffic bedlam had extended to include the cyclists of Odense (of which there are many), but we have now reached a point where even pedestrians are doomed.

Overgade.jpgIn light of all this, I refuse point blank to drive in the city centre. Instead, I prefer to park well away from the mayhem in a quiet, tree-lined street and use the walk into town as a chance to practise a bit of mindfulness. Odense has a number of parks that are set out like a protective arm round the city centre, so it’s quite easy to get right into the city without having to set foot on a single pavement. Munke Mose is my favourite park at this time of year, when the spring flowers begin to bloom and transform the grass into a shimmering carpet of blue. It’s a spectacular sight, transfigured to an otherworldly vision by the late afternoon sun, and Odensians of all ages stop in their tracks to marvel at the scene.

Blue flowers 1.jpg Blossom has just started to appear on the trees here in Denmark – quite a bit later than in the UK, from what I can gather. Facebook has been sporting a number of photos and articles about the blossom in Copenhagen, but I reckon Odense can also hold its own when it comes to fairytalesque backdrops of blossom.

Blossom 1.jpg Speaking of fairytales (do you see what I did there?), the next park along from Munke Mose is called Eventyrhaven (the fairytale garden). It’s named after the king of fairytales himself, Hans Christian Andersen, who was born in Odense, and in celebration of the great man’s birthday, every year wreaths are laid at the foot of his statue.

HCA.jpgMy route into the centre through the parks follows the path of the river, and I usually don’t need to go any further than Eventyrhaven to get where I need to go. However, due to the latest pedestrian deterrent, I recently had the ‘opportunity’ to extend my walk and ended up at a part of the river I had never been to before. Luckily, I was in the company of my father-in-law at the time, and I’m not exaggerating when I say that I doubt if there’s anyone alive who knows more about Odense than he does! Not only was he able to show me a very pretty smutvej (shortcut), but he also told me a little about the oldest cast iron road bridge in Odense, which we passed on the way. The man could earn a fortune as a tour guide, I tell you!

Iron bridge.jpgI’m not sure what kind of impact the construction work is going to have on tourism to Odense, but I’m looking on it as a reminder from the cosmos that my life this year is all about finding alternative routes. Yes, it seems like nuisance at the time, but being forced to rethink your journey can often lead you to experience something new that you didn’t even know was there.

Alternative Ruter

Jeg ville nemt kunne forstå det, hvis odenseanerne troede, at de var vågnet op midt i et dystopisk mareridt, hvor de skulle leve til deres dages ende i et evigt helvede af bygningskaos. På grund af et omfattende og løbende saneringsprojekt er Odenses centrum, kort sagt, en rodebutik. Ved tilsyneladende at overholde principperne om stealth krigsførelse har Odenses trafik-planlæggere travlt med at gennemføre nye og tit overraskende trafikruter på daglig basis. Som om det ikke var nok, at trafik-svikmøllen var udvidet til også at omfatte Odenses mange cyklister, har vi nu nået det punkt, hvor selv fodgængerne er dødsdømt.

I betragtning af det nægter jeg at køre bil i Odenses centrum. Jeg foretrækker i stedet at parkere langt væk fra kaosset i en stille gade og bruger gåturen ind til byen som en mulighed for at øve lidt mindfulness. Odense har en række parker, der er tilrettelagt som en beskyttende arm, der omfavner byens centrum. Munke Mose er min yndlingspark på denne tid af året, når forårsblomsterne begynder at blomstre og omdanner græsset til et changerende tæppe af blåt. Det er et spektakulært syn, der bliver forvandlet til en overjordisk vision af eftermiddagssolen, og odenseanere i alle aldre stopper op for at beundre scenen.

Blue flowers 2.jpg

Blomsterne er lige begyndt at titte frem på træerne her i Danmark – ganske senere end i Storbritannien, så vidt jeg kan forstå. På Facebook er der en hel masse billeder og artikler om kirsebærblomsterne i København, men jeg synes, at Odense også kan være med, når det kommer til fabelagtige blomster-baggrunde.

Blossom 2.jpg

Når vi nu snakker om fabler, hedder den næste park efter Munke Mose Eventyrhaven. Den er opkaldt efter eventyrkongen selv, H.C. Andersen, som blev født i Odense. For at mindes hans fødselsdag lægger man hvert år kranse ved foden af hans statue.

Min vej ind i centrum gennem parkerne er langs åen, og jeg plejer ikke at have brug for at gå videre end til Eventyrhaven for at nå min destination. Imidlertid havde jeg på grund af det seneste afskrækkende middel mod fodgængere fornylig ‘muligheden’ for at forlænge min gåtur og endte på et sted, hvor jeg aldrig har været. Heldigvis var jeg sammen med min svigerfar, og jeg overdriver ikke, når jeg siger, at der ikke er nogen, der ved mere om Odense, end han gør. Ikke kun var han i stand til at vise mig en smuk smutvej, men han fortalte lidt om Odenses ældste vejbro af støbejern, som vi gik forbi på vejen. Jeg siger dig, han kunne tjene en formue som rejseleder!

Iron bridge.jpg

Jeg ved ikke, hvordan bygningsarbejdet vil påvirke turismen i Odense, men jeg ser på det som en påmindelse fra kosmos, at mit liv i år handler om alternative ruter. Ja, det virker irriterende på det tidspunkt, når det sker, men når man bliver tvunget til at genoverveje rejsen, kan det ofte føre til, at man oplever noget nyt, som man ikke i forvejen vidste var der.

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Hygge is dead – long live hygge!

2 Mar


Spring is here, and that means hygge season is over – if lifestyle influencers are to be believed. I’ve spent the last week being ill and firmly attached to the couch under a pile of woollen blankets and various pets, and I seem to have missed the changeover. Or have I?

Viggo hygge.jpg

Season nothwithstanding, according to diverse media sources hygge has had its day. It’s so last season, so 2016. Instead we can look to lagom (from Sweden) and kalsarikannit (from Finland) if we need inspiration for stylish living. No doubt there will be plenty of must-have, overpriced items to rush out and buy that are essential for implementing the appropriate lifestyle, and last year’s hyggelige woollen socks and blankets will be forgotten about.

I am actually glad that the hygge trend is over, not least because I’m going to have a meltdown if I have to read one more ‘helpful’ guide as to how you pronounce hygge (and no, it’s not ‘hoo-gah’). To me, the notion of ditching hygge because it doesn’t fit  with the new season only goes to show how misunderstood the concept has been.

Every now and then, I invite my mother-in-law and sisters-in-law over for lunch and a film. It’s really just an excuse for us to enjoy each other’s company with nothing else on the agenda: we don’t have to worry about the smooth running of birthdays, or anniversaries, or any other kind of family occasion. We each make something for lunch, which is usually accompanied by a glass of wine or two, and then sit back and watch a film. It’s quality girl time and always hyggeligt.

Knitting.jpgMy current hygge-knitting

Before the lurgy struck, I hosted one of these get-togethers. As usual, the conversation was lively and covered a wide range of topics, but unsurprisingly we got round to talking about knitting (we’re a family of knitters). My sister-in-law mentioned a blanket she was knitting and went on to say that the good thing about knitting blankets is that even if you make the odd mistake it doesn’t really matter, and we all agreed how hyggeligt it is to just sit and knit without worrying about the end result. As I sat there, it occurred to me that as well as the hygge generated by knitting the blanket, our talking about it brought about more feelings of hygge, and still more hygge will arise when it is finally put into use.

Hyggetæppe.jpgThis is a hygge-blanket (but not my sister-in-law’s)

Being ill may have forced me to put my new minimalist lifestyle on hold for a while, but I got through my couch-confinement with no little reliance on hygge. What these lifestyle gurus haven’t realised is that hygge regenerates season after season and adapts accordingly. Long after the trend-chasers have abandoned hygge, last season’s multi-hygge blanket will continue to stand as testimony to all the hygge that went into it, but it will also be the source of hygge yet to come.

Crocus.jpgYes, the season has changed, and the circus of media and digital influencers may have tripped off to the next Nordic destination in search of the latest lifestyle fad, but as long as there are Danes in Denmark, there will always be hygge!





Hygge er død – hygge længe leve!

Foråret er kommet, og det betyder, at hygge-sæsonen er slut – hvis man tror på, hvad livsstilsbloggerne siger. Jeg har været syg i den sidste uge og klistret fast på sofaen under en stak uldtæpper og assorterede kæledyr, og det ser ud, som om jeg er gået glip af overgangen. Eller er jeg?

Uanset sæsonen ifølge diverse medie-kilder er hygge over sidste salgsdato. Det er so last season, so 2016. Vi kan i stedet for rette blikket mod lagom (fra Sverige) og kalsarikannit (fra Finland), hvis vi har brug for livsstilsinspiration. Uden tvivl vil der være rigelige must-have, for dyre genstande, man skal skynde sig at købe, som er afgørende for at gennemføre den helt rigtige livsstil – og sidste års hyggelige uldsokker og tæpper bliver glemt.

Jeg er faktisk glad for, at hygge-trenden er forbi, ikke mindst fordi jeg er ved at bryde sammen, hvis jeg skulle læse et stykke mere ‘behjælpelig’ vejledning i, hvordan man udtaler hygge (og nej, det er ikke ‘hoo-gah’). For mig er dét at droppe hygge i takt med årstidernes skiften bare et bevise på, hvor misforstået konceptet har været.

I ny og næ inviterer jeg min svigermor og svigerinder til frokost og film hos mig. Det er faktisk bare en undskyldning for at hygge os uden noget andet på dagsordenen: Vi behøver ikke tage os af, at fødselsdage, jubilæer eller nogen anden slags familiefest kører glat. Vi laver hver mad til frokost, som plejer at være ledsaget af et glas vin eller to, og så sidder vi og ser en film. Det er kvalitets-tøsetid, og det er altid hyggeligt.

Før jeg blev ramt af sygdom, var jeg vært for en af disse sammenkomster. Som det plejer, var samtalen livlig og dækkede en bred vifte af emner. Ikke overraskende endte det med, at vi talte om at strikke (vi er en strikkefamilie). Min svigerinde fortalte om et tæppe, hun var i gang med at strikke. Hun sagde, at det gode ved at strikke tæpper er, at det er ligegyldigt, hvis man laver en fejl. Vi var enige om, hvor hyggeligt det er bare at sidde at strikke uden at tænke på slutresultatet. Mens jeg sad der, gik det op for mig, at der oven på hyggen, der opstod ved selv at strikke tæppet, fremkom flere hyggefølelser ved, at vi talte om det, og endnu mere hygge vil opstå, når tæppet endelig bliver brugt.

Det at være syg har måske tvunget mig til at sætte min nye minimalistiske livsstil på pause i et stykke tid, men jeg er kommet igennem min indespærring ved hjælp af hygge. Det, som livsstilsguruerne ikke har indset, er, at hygge regenererer årstid efter årstid og tilpasser sig. Længe efter trend-chaserne har forladt hyggen, bliver sidste sæsons tæppe ved at stå som et vidnesbyrd om al den hygge, der blev lagt ind i det, men det er også kilden til, den hygge, som endnu ikke er kommet.

Ja, årstiden er skiftet, og cirkusset af medier og ‘digital influencers’ har måske skyndt sig videre til det næste nordiske rejsemål på jagt efter den nyeste livsstilsdille, men så længe der i Danmark findes danskere, vil der altid findes hygge!


Seasonal Adjustment

9 Feb

Foyer sduMy second semester at the University of Southern Denmark is underway, and its beginning happened to coincide with the arrival and subsequent hasty departure of the Danish winter.

Frost treeAs something of a contrast to the otherwise idyllic lifestyle I enjoy in Denmark, my timetable begins on a Monday morning at 8am with six straight hours of lectures followed by a one hour cycle home. Most of my lectures take place in dingy classrooms with no windows, so I always feel a little bit mole-like when I emerge blinking into the daylight afterwards.

Grammar Although the long days leave me mentally drained, the cycle home always re-invigorates me, regardless of the weather. My journey home last Monday was particularly invigorating, as heavily falling snow lashed by a relentless north wind resulted in treacherous conditions, blotting out the frozen muddy ruts of the path underneath. It was anyone’s guess where the path actually was…Path4Fortunately, parts of the cycle path are on paved roads which, thanks to Danish tax-payers, are cleared regularly and efficiently.

Path2 My trusty bicycle and I are quite robust, though, and up to to coping with most types of terrain, although I did need to de-ice the old girl once I got home.

BikeHappily, the wintry conditions departed almost as soon as they had arrived, and over the weekend all the snow melted and today’s journey home was a different story altogether.

Path1 meltedHints of spring are suddenly in the air and the days somehow seem at once to be longer. It’s almost as if winter didn’t exist and I’m already counting down to summer…


Sunshine and Shooting Stars

28 Jan

SnowdropJanuary is a dreary month, with the sparkle of Christmas a distant memory and only the continuing dreariness of February to look forward to. Forgive me, but I’m suffering from seasonal lack-of-adjustment disorder: I want it to be spring! As early as the 8th of January there was some evidence of the much wished for change in season, snowdrops and erantis were well under way in our garden and the blackbirds were having some territorial disputes – a sure sign of spring, but so far it hasn’t come to much.

HouseLysthusThe month started brightly enough, with a backdrop of  blue skies and sunshine for a girls’ day out to the beautiful harbour town of Kerteminde, situated on the north east coast of Fyn, and home to the Johannes Larsen Museum.

Main hall use this one I’m beginning to get quite a taste for Danish art galleries, and the Johannes Larsen Museum is no exception. I wasn’t sure what to expect, perhaps a slightly faded, small-town collection of mildewy paintings and a  few token knick-knacks scattered around. Not so! Instead it was like some kind of religious epiphany as I entered a gleaming white, fresh, modern building with the morning light streaming in through the huge windows.

Gallery  I must confess that Larsen’s style is not really to my taste, but seeing his work displayed in surroundings such as these, I could begin to appreciate what the man was about, and his very special use of light.

Holy pictureDeer FreizeThe highlight of the Museum for me, though, was to be able to visit Larsen’s house, where he lived and particularly where he worked. I was greatly inspired by his studio: The notion of having such a space for creativity in one’s own house, in such peaceful surroundings, is deeply appealing.

StudioStudyGreenhouse2After taking care of our appetite for culture, our attention tuned to appetites of a more practical nature and settled on Tornøes Hotel for lunch. Since Kerteminde has a strong fishing tradition I felt it appropriate to order stjerneskud (shooting star), a dish which consists of a piece of white bread covered with boiled white fish, fried breaded white fish, salmon, prawns and caviar, with a bit of salad on the side. I’ve only ever had the supermarket version of stjerneskud before, which although tasty would at best come under the category of ‘light lunch’, so the mountainous heap of fish which was set down before me came as quite a surprise!

Stjerneskud1Food is actually a central theme in our household these days. My husband and I have set ourselves the challenge of eating a different meal every night, with strictly no repetition permitted! It has proved to be a very enjoyable way of  passing the dark evenings, and has given rise to the discovery of new recipes such as beetroot risotto. It may look garish, but it tastes fantastic!Beetroot risottoThe urge to stay indoors and eat nice food and watch old films has become almost primal. Being deprived of snow in our part of Denmark*, the whole landscape has a woeful air and the lack of sun is doing little to help combat the lethargy which is seeping into my bones. Being as I don’t wish to slide into a full-blown depression, I’m trying to come up with ways to be outside and active. When it’s been raining for days, sometimes you just have to say: if you can’t beat it, join it.

Johan jumpingOther than that I’m being sure to make the most of  the rare occasions when the sun does make an appearance, and hopefully it will soon be spring for real.Garden in sun


* This was written before this happened:Garden in snow



Solskin og stjerneskud

ErantisJanuar er en kedelig måned, når julens glimmer er et fjernt minde, og man kun har den fortsat kedelige måned februar at glæde sig til. Undskyld, men jeg lider en smule af vinterdepression, og jeg vil have, at det er forår! Så tidligt som d. 8. januar var der bevis på det meget ønskede sæsonskift: Vintergækkerne var i blomst i vores have, og solsorterne var oppe at slås – et klart tegn på forår, men indtil videre er det ikke blevet til noget.

HouseMåneden begyndte klart nok og var en pragtfuld kulisse for en tøsetur til den flotte fiskerby, som hedder Kerteminde og er hjem for Johannes Larsen Museet.

Piano hall2Jeg får en smag for danske kunstmuseer og uden undtagelse Johannes Larsen Museet. I forvejen vidste jeg ikke, hvad jeg skulle forvente: måske en trist samling af  mugne malerier, som var lidt falmede, og et par symbolske nipsting hist og pist. Tværtimod! Det var som en slags religiøs åbenbaring, idet jeg gik ind i en strålende hvid, frisk, moderne bygning med morgenlyset stømmende ind gennem de enorme vinduer.

Red RoomJeg må indrømme, at Larsens stil ikke er lige til min smag, men det at se hans kunst, udstillet i omgivelser som disse gav mig en forståelse af, hvad mandens ide var, og hans meget specielle brug af lys.

FireplaceStueFireplace freizeImidlertid var det besøget i Larsens hus, der var museets højdepunkt for mig, og at få muligheden for at se, hvor han boede, og især hvor han arbejdede. Jeg blev meget inspireret af hans atelier: Idéen om det at have sådan et sted, hvor man kan være kreativ i ens eget hus omgivet af fred og ro, er særlig tiltrækkende.StudioGreenhouse1Efter at vi havde opfyldt vores appetit på kultur, drejede vores opmærksomhed til appetitten af et mere praktisk begreb, og vi blev enige om, at vi skulle spise frokost på Tornøes Hotel. Fordi Kerteminde har en stærk fiskeritradition, syntes jeg, at det var passende, at jeg bestilte stjerneskud. Hidtil havde jeg kun fået supermarkedernes udgave af stjerneskud, der, selv om det var velsmagende, kunne beskrives som ‘let frokost’. Så det var en stor overraskelse, da en kæmpe dynge af fisk blev placeret foran mig.

Stjerneskud1Maden er egentlig et centralt tema hos min mand og mig for tiden. Vi har udfordret os selv til at spise et forskelligt måltid hver aften uden gentagelse. Det har vist sig at være en meget behagelig måde at tilbringe de mørke aftner på og har givet anledning til at opleve nye opskrifter fx rødbede risotto. Det ser nok skrigende ud, men det smager vidunderligt!

Beetroot risottoTrangen til at blive inde og spise lækker mad og se gamle film er blevet næsten primal. Vores del af Danmark mangler sne, og det hele ser trist ud*. Uden nok solskin er det svært at undgå en nedtur, men jeg prøver at finde på årsager til at være udenfor og aktiv. Når det har været regnvejr i dagevis, skal man nogle gange bare sige: if you can’t beat it, join it.

Johan jumpingBortset fra det vil jeg være sikker på at nyde de sjældne lejligheder, når solen skinner, og forhåbentlig bliver foråret snart til virkelighed.

Garden in sun


*Dette var skrevet før dette skete:

Garden in snow

It’s no weather for spring…

20 Mar

Bridge“Beware the Ides of March,” said Shakespeare. “Beware the snowstorms this week,” said the Danish Meteorological Intsitute. We are now safely past the 15th of March so the first warning can now safely be discounted, but the second is still very much in force.

Garden 1
Garden 3

We have officially entered spring but the birds and I are a bit confused: they are nesting and I am spring cleaning. Natrual instinct can’t be denied but it’s taking place against a backdrop of snow/wind/sunshine/warmth/cold. In throwing open the windows, instead of fresh air I’d be letting in a raging blizzard. It just feels a bit wrong. I do take comfort in the knowledge that I’m not alone, though, as even the ice-cream shack has opened – albeit a little prematurely, perhaps.


There was one day, not long after the official beginning of spring, where it was actually properly warm and felt like the beginning of things to come.

Goldfinch in treeCharged up by the large amount of sunlight, I cleared out the greenhouse a bit and even felt sufficiently confident in the continuation of the good weather to put the pots outside.



Mostly it was just an excuse to be in the garden and enjoy the flowers.

Erantis carpetBack in the autumn I spent hours planting bulbs with the hope that come spring I’d have carpets of lovely flowers to look at. Due to the topsy turvy weather, the carpet is unfortunately thus far more like a patchy collection of threadbare rugs.

Gronirsk in crocusesI am, however, a hopeful soul, and I know that even if things don’t really work out as I had originally intended this year, the bulbs are there now and will be more than ready for next year.

Crocus carpet

Sadly, the good weather didn’t last and the constant shifts in weather and season have left me in no-man’s-land: I can’t properly get started with spring nor finished with winter.

Erantis frostWith only two weeks left to go before the clocks go forward and summer time officially starts, I’m starting to think that spring will in fact have been completely sprung over this year.

Thermometer warm

Thermometer cold

I know I’m the one who loves winter above all the other seasons, but I am craving the feeling of warm sunshine on my skin, even if it’s through a protective field of sunblock factor 50. In the meantime, my snow-boots stand poised…

Snow boots

Det er her det sner


Foråret er officielt begyndt, men fuglene og jeg er lidt forvirret: De bygger reder, og jeg gør forårsrent. Et naturligt instinkt kan ikke fornægtes, men det sker på baggrund af sne/vind/solskin/varme/kulde. I stedet for at åbne vinduerne for at lukke frisk luft ind, skulle jeg snarere lukke en rasende snestorm ind. Det virker lidt forkert. Jeg finder dog trøst i en viden om, at jeg ikke er alene, for selv is huset er åbent – skønt lidt for tidligt måske.


Ikke længe efter forårets officielle begyndelse var der en dag, da det faktisk var ordentligt varmt og virkede som begyndelsen af ting, der kommer. Jeg var opfyldt af det store mængde af solskin og ryddede lidt op i drivhuset. Jeg var endda sikker nok på forlængelsen af det gode vejr til at sætte potterne udenfor. Det var for det meste bare en undskyldning for at være i haven og at nyde blomsterne.

CrocusesTilbage i efteråret tilbragte jeg mange timer med at plante løgblomster i håbet om at få et tæppe af flotte blomster i foråret. På grund af det ændrede vejr ligner tæppet egentlig en samling af luvslidte kamintæpper. Men jeg er en håbefuld sjæl, og jeg ved, at selv om ting måske ikke udvikler sig, som jeg oprindelig havde troet, er løgblomsterne stadigvæk dér og er mere end parate til næste år.


Med det bestandige ustadige vejr og årstider befinder jeg mig i ingenmandsland: Jeg kan hverken begynde på foråret eller blive færdig med vinteren. Med kun to uger til uret stilles frem til den officielle begyndelse af sommertid, begynder jeg at tro på, at foråret faktisk er sprunget dette år over.

Garden 2

Jeg ved, at jeg er én, der elsker vinteren over alle de andre årstider, men jeg tørster efter varmt solskin på min hud, selv om det er igennem et område af solcreme med beskyttelsesfaktor 50. I mellemtiden står mine skistøvler klar…

Snow boots

Hail and High Water

7 Feb

Flooded path

On my cycle home yesterday I experienced many kinds of terrain varying from ice to mud to a carpet of hailstones. Most impressive of all, however, was the severe flooding of the river which runs parallel to the cycle path. The volume of melted snow was such that at times it was impossible to see that there was a path at all.

Flooded bench 2

I had a choice: I could turn back and find a different way home or I could try and cycle through the water – something I had never done before. Having been born with a stubborn streak, I chose the latter and successfully reached the other side without falling off.


I’m quite convinced there has recently been some sort of clashing of energies out there in the cosmos, generating challenges both existential and physical. Winter and Spring are really battling it out here on my little corner of the planet, but everywhere there is evidence of new beginnings as the days are getting longer and the sun warmer.

Yellow flowers

It’s only a matter of time before the water goes down and I’m back on track again.


Alle veje fører til Rom

På min cykeltur hjem i går oplevede jeg forskellige slags terræn, der gik fra is til mudder til et tæppe af hagl. Det mest imponerende var dog alligevel den enorme oversvømmelse af åen, der løber ved siden af cykelstien. Mængden af smeltet sne var så stor, at det nogle gange var umuligt at se, om der overhovedet var en sti. Jeg havde et valg: jeg kunne køre tilbage og finde en anden vej hjem, ellers kunne jeg prøve at cykle igennem vandet – noget jeg aldrig før havde prøvet. Da jeg er født med et stædigt karaktertræk, valgte jeg det sidstnævnte, og det lykkedes mig at nå den anden side uden at falde af.

Flooded bench

Jeg er helt overbevist om, at der for nylig har været en eller anden slags sammenstød af energi ude i kosmos, der skaber udfordringer af både eksistentiel og fysisk art. Vinteren og foråret slås virkelig her i mit lille hjørne af kloden, men overalt er der beviser på nye begyndelser som dage, der bliver længere, og solen, der bliver varmere.

Snowdrops 1

Det er kun et spørgsmål om tid, før vandet trækker sig tilbage, og jeg er på fast grund igen.

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