Monday, 19 September 2011
Summer is gone...
I love the Scandinavian way of escaping to a summer house to take a break. Being away from the city, surrounded by nature, lots of fresh air and a lake nearby or even better the sea, is my idea of relaxing.
This summer, we took some time out to drive from the East to the West coast of Denmark. This sounds farther than it actually is, but Denmark is only a small country. Including lots of breaks for our little guy, we got to the Ringkøbing Fjord in less than 6 hours.
We took a lot with us, so that we wouldn't need many shopping trips once we were there and would have all the things we need to get comfy in our little hideout. Baby has a lot of stuff too. And there was a moment when I thought, oh dear, we have become one of those families now; taking forever to get ready and bringing half the house along...
Kenn and I both felt still drained after two and a half months of severe sleep deprivation and chilling out involved more procrastination of the kind that is sitting with a can of beer or a glass of wine or trying out a new recipe for delicious barbecue spare ribs or simply watching TV. We had our sketchbooks with us, but I must admit my entries were a bit poor on this holiday. However, I enjoyed taking photographs of the things I encountered on walks and on the day trips we took!
I captured these little gems on a walk on the heath and in the forest, where I also disturbed a beautiful wild hare! I was as startled as he was, so no time to take a photograph. He was the most gigantic, gorgeous hare I have ever seen and he will live on as this amazing memory; whenever I tell about him, he grows bigger and bigger :)
Then, there also was this amazing kids' playhouse amidst the fields not far away from where we stayed - magic!
It makes me remember how much I wanted a tree house as a child. Actually, I think, I still want one now!
We wouldn't have dreamt of it, but on this holiday, baby learned to sleep 10 hours a night.
It must have been the peaceful quiet, the pitch black nights, the abundance of fresh sea air or the combination of all of the above, that have done it, or baby just decided that he had enough of seeing his parents' panda eyes getting the size of saucers.
So, the holiday was amazing!
Lots of walks through the heath and dunes, along the beach, in the sun and rain, little day adventures to explore the Fjord and what it had to offer. Here are a few of the highlights:
Nymindegab Museum with its fantastic sperm whale skeleton
and other beautiful stuff inside and out.
We took a trip to...
... where we saw someone's feathery collection in a cellar window...
and also visited the town's annual Sand Art Festival.
Technically, this was truly amazing, how can one make things like this out of sand?!
But pretty instantly, I found myself in deep discussion with Kenn about art in general, what is art, etc.? Gawd! This is a bottomless pit we found ourselves in, we both agreed! Well, I wouldn't call this sand art 'art' really, but what is it then? Just because I don't like it in terms of its subject matter and particular style, it doesn't make it less of an art, I suppose. But I have also to admit that in my late teens, I really admired fantasy art of this kind and would have probably been tickled pink, had I seen this exhibition then.
One of our favourite places on this holiday was Abelines Gaard Museum.
It is kind of living history. Built from 1854 to 1871, it has been run as a farm by a widow called Abeline and her 5 children for more than half a century.
What an amazing place!
Packed with beautiful things of times long gone, lovingly arranged and laid out, it felt a bit like traveling time, as we walked from room to room.
The café was also very cosy. Once you had paid to enter the museum, you could come back again without paying on another day. I liked this and we returned to the museum to have another look around and also for the lovely coffee.
The Danes call this big blue enamel coffepot, Madame Blå. It works like a perculator and coffee is STRONG!
Here are some pictures of different rooms in the museum. It felt sometimes like people still lived there and just had left the room for a moment. I took a lot of inspiration from this place.
We also went to Varde, where Mio checked out the famous miniature town. Suddenly, things were a lot smaller than he was!
He really loved it and we had to hurry up to keep up with him!
On another day we drove to these hunter cabins in Værneengene.
On first sight they seemed deserted and although it was in the middle of the afternoon, it was a tiny bit spooky there.
Each cabin looked different and their owners most likely had built them themselves. Nobody was there, probably out hunting.
I imagined how in the evening the game hunters would return and sit together and drink beer and puff a pipe and tell their tales. If a foreigner would happen to pass by, it would get very, very quiet.
This image of a Fisherman is kind of iconic in Denmark. I have seen paintings of it again and again and wasn't surprised to find it on this hunter's cabin, however, this time as a relief!
Most days though, we would try to head to the beach, if the weather wasn't to rough.
The North Sea coast is breezy and we had to wrap up warm. Strolling along we saw quite a lot of jelly fish, but luckily we only encountered them on land. They had the most beautiful intense blue and turquoise colouration. Apparently the red ones are the ones to watch in the water, as they can sting.
Of course a secret club had to have its own little beach museum at Bjerregård Stranden!
We had scavenged the beach for interesting bits and pieces washed up by the seashore. It was a lot of fun, although sometimes things were a bit smelly. Anything found made from plastic had this really amazing washed out quality and caught my eye, as I searched for potential museum material.
It felt good making something while we were there, especially as we used found materials. The museum was only small, but things are still out there for people to see and also eventually to be claimed back by the elements!
To happy summer holiday memories! So long!