A few days ago, I went on my first ever trip to Holstebro, partly to get away for a little while, but also to be manhandled and improved by my favourite dentist, Kristine. She is an angry elf, living in a tiny sixties red-brick house, less than 20 meters from the row of churning vats of biomass that form her landlord's trout fishery. The whole ( Read more... )

 I once had a dream that I was swimming in the Thames. It was a long and involved dream. Steven Stapleton was swimming under me, wearing a top hat and his round black glasses, looking like an otter or a seal. Jhonn Balance and Peter Christopherson, both since dead, sat in their Victorian riverside garden looking incredibly petit bourgeois and ( Read more... )

It is true what they say. Spring is here and it is overflowing. I feel like I am washing a dead person's floor, and waiting to find out who died.


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I always thought cameraphones were a bit of a joke, probably coloured by my general uneasiness around phones, however I occasionally find myself very pleased that I have an image-capturing device in my pocket. Often when I am (a) drunk or (b) at work. Another advantage to the device is that the poor image quality can lead to some pretty psychedelic ( Read more... )

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Dear everyone,

Everything continues to bloom and open up around us, and it almost seems as if the sea is coming closer to the village, along with the birds, now that the cold is gone. All the prettiness makes me take way too many pictures, and I am currently practicing my abilities to select and discard. In any case, here is another glimpse into our ( Read more... )

The story, in short: Yesterday, Trine, Ole and Aske came to visit us, bringing a generous gift from our Viking friend, Birgit - an old Saxony spinning wheel that sent Hiro into a fluttery frenzy of excitement and joy. We had a lovely evening together, before the family had to head off again.

This morning/noon, Hiro and I went for a bike ride along ( Read more... )

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A Danish buzzard rests in a tree. There are quite a few of these on the island. Thank you internet, for letting us all get a little closer to the wild and beautiful things that surround us.


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