Thoughts from a town called Svaenker

Danish is a challenging language. It's written with lots of words that might be English- but are pronounced without any consonants. Which sounds like moaning. Perhaps they are moaning. Or maybe alcoholism is even more rife than we suspect.
North Jutland is definitely Scandinavia. Big open skies, lakes full of swans, Russian composers (made that up), and dark dark pine forests. Basically this is a country that picked an argument with an ice age - and glaciers ground it into little bits. Which the wind then blew around. And some people are worried about global warming!
Another proof of Skandaness is that the open country looks like Wallander country. There is the red barn which contains the religious cult. Bit quiet during the day but obviously the sacrifices start after we go to sleep ( about 8 since you ask). Over there is the Volvo - not burnt out yet, but soon will be.
Ironically despite all our obvious German prejudices we were chased down the road in Oskbold by Danish tanks and bridge layers.
Off to cook our Spartan meal, living off the land,with only what lies to hand. In Aldi.
While the Kellys were here we dined in fish restaurants whose magnificence would make a fully grown walrus weep with happiness. These Danes can do fish. Rick stein would be lucky to be running a whelk stall here.
Readers have asked us not to go on about the wind. So instead we will talk about Aerodynamics. When Jill starts lagging a few lumps of bubble chocolate soon gets her going.