Copenhagen Days Four and Five

Day 4. Our first visit of the day was to the Danish National museum in the centre of Copenhagen. I was mostly interested in the Viking exhibits which were wonderful and absorbing. Vikings in these parts had a habit of making offerings to the gods by dumping them in the local bog. These included jewellery, … Continue reading Copenhagen Days Four and Five →

Copenhagen Day Three

This morning started with a visit to the Botanic Gardens. There were just a few people strolling or walking their dogs - a pleasant change from the crowds of yesterday. It was nice enough but just lots of different trees and shrubs, rather than flowers. A walk amongst 50 shades of green. There was a … Continue reading Copenhagen Day Three →

Copenhagen Day Two

I stood watching out from the open window while Madam went through that long and mysterious process that women have to do before declaring they can leave the room. After many years of marriage I am still clueless what is involved. I shower, dry and dress. I’m ready. What she does? I’ve no idea. All … Continue reading Copenhagen Day Two →

Copenhagen Day One

Many people born in the USA consider themselves something other than just American. They may be Italian-American, German-American or Irish-American, even though their ancestors emigrated to the USA in 1878. They are still uniquely proud of their heritage. Try telling an Italian-American, who has never been within a thousand miles of Sicily, he isn’t Italian … Continue reading Copenhagen Day One →

Let’s Go Camping – Salisbury and Stonehenge

We should try camping again,” I told Madam, “There’s a tent in the garage we haven’t used yet.” She reminded me that the last time we went camping, many years ago, we pitched our tent in a field behind a pub. We then spent every evening in the pub, drinking beer and eating sticky toffee … Continue reading Let’s Go Camping – Salisbury and Stonehenge →

York: Dragons and Permafrost

As we left the train in York, or detrained as our transatlantic cousins would have it, I realised that this was the furthest north I had ever been in England. Growing up in the south, we all believed that anywhere much north of Oxford was covered in year-round permafrost and patrolled by fire-breathing dragons. Older … Continue reading York: Dragons and Permafrost →