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Up at 4.00. Worrying how to get rid of more stuff. Brexit makes selling anything to the UK [eBay?] all but impossible. The UK is the only real market for some of my collections. Zero interest in Denmark. Thousands of English language books. I can't even give them away! I have tried.
English electric master clocks and dials? It's a narrow interest subject outside of Britain and the US. Even inside the UK. My astronomical telescopes and accessories? An even smaller market. Sheds full of tools? Will it all go in a skip when I am gone? Or when I get put in a home for antique people.
I saw quite a large, antique lathe on a pickup truck yesterday. Sheer coincidence, but it reminded me of all the things I once valued so much. Yet no longer use for my countless interests and hobbies over a lifetime. I gave away the easy stuff to assorted charity shops. They have no way to handle my lathe or umpteen boxes of tools.
There is no online auction service, like eBay, in Denmark. A fixed price, non-bidding website means I have to judge the market and price very low for a quick sale. Probably handing a nice profit to any buyer. If they know how to place it. My Danish clock collection I sold was the same. I was glad to see them go after hoarding them all around the house for years. I gave them away for peanuts per clock. Only for the buyer to sell a single clock. For far more than he gave me for my entire collection of forty rare clocks.
Then there is my late wife's collection of china and Scandinavian glass. I promised myself that I'd set up display cabinets, but to what purpose? Nobody but myself would ever see it. They'd just make me terribly sad that she never saw them properly arranged. Every time I glanced at them would remind me that she is no longer here. Everything I own now fills me with melancholic nostalgia.
8.30. I went back to bed for an hour. Which became and hour a half. Going for my walk.
9.15 And back again. There was patchy mist to add to the autumnal backdrop. Soft white lines followed the folds in the fields. Invisible lines of geese passed audibly overhead. As crows and others shouted over territorial gains. Pheasants punctuated the soundscape appropriately. No danger of invisibility on the roads so far.
I feel the need for another ride. If not now, then when? A dry day, not too cold and little or no wind. I am charging the other battery while I get ready. Bogense is a suitable target. Up on the north coast of Fyn. A harbour full of boats, yachts and tourists. More charity shops to browse. About 35km each way. Assuming I don't detour. As is my wont.
15.15 Back from a 94km ride. It was sunny throughout until the last leg. When the wind started to pick up. I kept the sun behind me on the outward ride. Just following my nose as the lanes suggested to me. Then I faced the sun all the way back. It must have worked because my route was a neat oval on the map.
I started feeling the saddle from about 50km onwards. Not crippling but uncomfortably hard. It may have been because I was wearing the cargo trousers over my padded shorts. Wearing bibs might also have been more sensible. Given the length of ride I had planned. I had applied the Assos cream before I left.
I saw lots of cyclists out training. Or just enjoying a ride. Including a bunch of about 30 in the same uniform. Mixed male and female riders. All belting around a junction in tight formation.
It was amusing to watch two male pheasants making threatening head bobs at each other. They had a bare field of perhaps two kilometers by one to play on but chose to compete for that little space. Xi Jinping and Putin writ large.
Dinner was chicken, mushrooms and chips.
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