Sunday 13th May 2012, 12.20pm (day 262)
Currently found tucked at the back of the ‘Europe Meets the World’ temporary exhibition. I should have a classroom like this. It looks like the War Room in Doctor Strangelove.
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Clare at Noma
Saturday 12th May 2012, 1.50pm (day 261)
So this is the real reason I wanted to spend time in Copenhagen: the chance to eat at one of the world’s best restaurants, without a doubt. I made this booking some three months ago, but here we are, halfway through a meal of fifteen (count ’em) courses; I’ve just polished off an oyster that tasted just like the sea, and the chefs even prepared a whole alternative menu for Clare as she is lactose-intolerant, so she’s eating some caramelised onions and, as you can see from the look on her face, thoroughly enjoying it. Behind the oyster you can see what was definitely – and I mean definitely – the Best Butter in the World – and I wish I could have recorded every course. This was definitely the most expensive meal I have ever had – but we got what we paid for, it was definitely the best, too. If you are in the area and have the means, I highly recommend it.
Mini Copenhagen
Friday 11th May 2012, 5.00pm (day 260)
Finished off in Nyborg this morning and transited back to Copenhagen for the weekend (for reasons which will become obvious tomorrow). This rather cool model of medieval Copenhagen – nothing of which remains – sits outside the Copenhagen Historical Museum, a few minutes’ walk from our hotel on the Vesterbrøgade.
It’s a new capital city for me, anyway: I think this is the full list of capitals that I have visited at any point: London, Dublin, Oslo, Helsinki, Moscow, Warsaw, Berlin, Paris, Amsterdam, Madrid, Lisbon, Athens, Vienna, Prague, Nicosia, Sofia, Riyadh, Taipei, Washington and now Copenhagen. My favourite? Amsterdam. The most boring? Sofia. The oddest? Riyadh.
Røde Mor (Red Momma) beer
Thursday 10th May 2012, 9.05pm (day 259)
After the conference dinner this evening we were herded into a room and plied with free beer. It could be worse…. Røde Mor means ‘Red Momma’ (Røde Modre would be ‘Red Mother’) and is one of many products of Nyborg’s local Refsvindinge Brewery which have kept me going these last couple of days. Cool label too. Should you be here I strongly recommend it.
Great tit, Nyborg beach
Wednesday 9th May 2012, 8.05pm (day 258)
So here I am in Denmark, the 6th country to feature on this blog so far – the others being, in order, UK, Finland, Norway, Russia and the Netherlands. (There will be at least one more this year, as I’m off to the US in July.)
The bridge in the background is called the Størebaeltsbroen (Great Belt Bridge) and it links the islands of Sjaelland and Fyn; I came over it earlier on a train from Copehagen airport to Nyborg. There’s not much to do in Nyborg, so this evening I just went for a walk on the beach and photographed great tits. As one does, on beaches.
Black cat on Keighley Road
Tuesday 8th May 2012, 6.10pm (day 257)
Is this good or bad luck? I can never remember. Check back in a few days, and I’ll let you know.
Cragg Vale churchyard
Monday 7th May 2012, 11.45am (day 256)
a.k.a. ‘Lament for a Lost Spring’… Sorry to wax lyrical, it’s probably just the result of spending the day in a church selling piles of 2nd hand books to bargain-hungry pensioners.
Clare in the bathroom
Sunday 6th May 2012, 1.50pm (day 255)
The world outside struggles slowly into something that resembles spring. Meanwhile, in our house, an ordinary kind of Sunday; Clare in red corsetry reading a book in the bathroom, and wondering whether the blue ball in the bath is going to spring into life, like Rover in The Prisoner.
Me at Angle Tarn, the Lake District
Saturday 5th May 2012, 12.40pm (day 254)
There are definitely worse places to have one’s lunch. (See my other blog for more pictures from today.)
The balloon seller, Manchester
Friday 4th May 2012, 3.10pm (day 253)
Walking back to the station I followed this lady for ages and tried to get several photos – I like this one in particular because of the woman on the left ignoring the whole spectacle (and the photographer). I must have followed her for five minutes and in all that time saw nothing but these feet.
It’s as well these things are appearing in my life as subjects because this is the longest run I’ve had all blog of pictures just in Hebden Bridge (home) or Manchester (work). Today was the 20th in a row in just these two locations. I’m off to the Lake District tomorrow though, then Denmark for 5 days on Wednesday.
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