Back from Denmark, where things somehow always stay the same. Spent two days at the beach which is one of my favorite places to be.
The North Sea is kind of magical, kind of exciting - many beaches are nicer; much more beautiful, the water clearer, the sand cleaner - but the atmosphere is almost Gothic, in the Poe kind of way. There is a great sense of solitude, especially when summer's gone, a few people in wellies looking for amber, deserted holiday houses, the foamy edge of the water telling stories of waves and wind.

Got drunk on Danish beer, stuffed myself with Swedish pea-soup, raved about the babies and sang songs relating to times gone by.

And then there's the break-up of a marriage of which I will say nothing else but that it didn't take long for the semi-racist jokes to appear, now, did it?! Which just goes to show that as long as there's some kind of attachment to Danes (through marriage, adoption or celebrity) 'foreigners' (of the darker-skinned kind) can be welcomed to the country. The minute this attachment vanishes it's open season. Shame, really.
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