1 Aug 2019

1st August 2019 A visitor to Denmark.

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Thursday 1st August 2019. 62F, bright overcast and dead calm. Distant mist. Rain promised. The field of oil seed rape was decorated by patches of spiders webs caught in early dew.

An 81 year-old lady, Jill Lundmark from New Zealand, is touring Denmark on a recumbent tricycle. A "sofa-cycle" in Danish parlance. She likes the fact that Denmark has no mountains. Though it is certainly not without its hills.

She took up the tricycle after suffering a crash on her bike. Which gave her a head injury and upset her sense of balance. Though it certainly didn't stop her desire to travel the world by cycle.


An hour and a half walk up to the woods, down through the heavily overgrown fire breaks and back along the marsh. A large bird of prey complained and took off as I approached the pond/lake. It was a strangely marked bird speckled with white and many shades from dark brown to the lightest beige. It may have been trying to capture one of the hundreds of baby ducks for breakfast.

The pong from the black sludge has subsided thanks to the rain. The farmer has planted small sunflowers in a strip along the edges of the prairie instead of the 5' tall Sweet corn of former years. The corn didn't seem to do very well, was always sparse and very untidy for much of the year. The sunflowers are about the same height but look very healthy and dense. Presumably provided as winter fodder and cover for the pheasants.

A single deer watched me from a distance as I stared back through my binoculars.

Quite a decent cloudburst occurred at 13.45 and lasted for over a quarter of an hour. I had to dash about tidying my tools away. Having just paused from a woodworking project in time for lunch.

Friday 2nd 60-67F, heavy overcast with light winds. The forecast is rain or no rain. Sun or no sun. Eeny, meany, miney... The sky cleared slowly to blue and weak sunshine as I walked to the lanes.

Saturday 3rd 54-67?F, cooler, calm with bright sunshine. Walked to the lanes. Then a late morning ride.  Calm at first with all the wind turbines standing still but becoming a headwind on the last leg. 21 miles.

Sunday 4th 60F, calm as early sun is swept away by an overcast. Walked to the lanes. To watch a tractor sewing directly onto the fresh stubble. At least that's what it looked like to my untrained eye.



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