LK comes to DK

On Monday my sister, Lauren, arrived in Aarhus on holiday from her new home in London.


The first thing we did was hit the shopping strip in Aarhus. The girls are in their element...


This is more my style. Tuborg Beer in the sun!


We then headed up to Skagen at the Northern tip of DK. The houses in Skagen are painted in the traditional local colours of yellow and red.


The entire North of Denmark is and big sand dune and this church (the "sand-buried church") fell victim to the moving sand in the 1700's.


The Northern-most tip of DK the "Grenen" or branch. To the left is the Skagerak Strait to Norway and to the right is the Kattegat Strait to Sweden.


Lauren and I found some boxer shorts that brought on a spontaneous show of patriotism.


As the sun sets over the North Sea we say goodbye to Skagen and head for home.

Next stop: The island of Fanø on the west coast.

A Day at the Races

Nelson looks out over Trafalger Square. If there is something that I have in common with the Spanish Armada it is that every time I see Lord Nelson the trip is going to be a massacre.


Typically at the hands of this man... This time the venue was Ascot Races.


Her Majesty was in attenance... along with some miscellanous fat English guys.


With the official procession completed the sun came out and the jackets were off.


The boys for B-ball were true to form and parting hard.


Loco and Bomb both postponed finding true love by again being lucky on the GGs.


Up 300%? Sell, sell!!


We hit the pub on Sunday to see England play Ecaudor.


Braden pondering... either the fate of Ecaudoring football junior development following the loss or why it is that the Brit's give a shit about Posh and Beck's love life.


I am never staying here again. The jaccuzi was too warm and the caviar too cold!


Hyde Park put its best foot forward in the summer sun.


Another good trip to London Town... and as I trade in the bright lights of the big city for the simpler pleasures of down-to-earth Aarhus, I (and my liver) thank god that I only come for the weekend!

See you soon Lauren!

Summer in the Garden

Regular readers of this blog will remember this photo angle from the first week we spent in the house. Things outside have changed a bit since then...















The rhododendron bushes are the splash of colour that we see out the window each morning.
















We have to be grateful to the old couple that lived in the house before us. They had lived here since the house was built in 1937 and the garden is full of flowering plants. These ones are called peasants roses by the Danes.















Here we have the disposable grill in action. Honestly, I am ashamed. Please do not think that I have forsaken my heritage... we just have not got around to investing in a BBQ that is fit to be owned by an Aussie.
















That BBQ is really nothing to smile about...