7 miles in a straight line on perfect, level tarmac is a little eerie!
Miniscule villages grow very slowly, even with the wind behind me, and I am growing to love their bright brick red dots of roofs.
I leave the lovely village of Fjaltering tomorrow after a couple of days drying all my kit and pottering around painting and eating fish!
The landscape is subtle… delicate and the gems are a little shy… I am beginning to look more sensitively and this brings delights.
A little girl of 5 with freckles danced to Beethoven this evening… and then didn’t want to go to bed. I wished her good night in my best Danish and promptly forgot how I’d said it!
Godnat and hej hej everyone.