Just north of Esbjerg there’s an unassuming car park, surrounded by anti-tank barricades* littered on the sand. There’s a utilitarian sign with distinctive-looking yellow lettering, which seems only to mark the dune on which it stands. But a path cuts through the dune. The only hint of where you're going is a sliver of eerie… Continue reading Esbjerg Days Out: Tirpitz
A few weeks ago (before end-of-winter illnesses and school holidays) we were invited to Esbjerg's rådhus - city hall - for a welcome event with the mayor. I went along with the kids, despite somehow thinking that after 6 months of living here I barely felt like a welcome was necessary. (Only a serial expat would… Continue reading Esbjerg: What Do You Know?
Back in October people kept asking me what we would do for Christmas. It was a matter of days since we'd moved into our house, I'd had no routine for months, and boxes were still piled in barely-furnished rooms. I would have been quite happy pretending that Christmas wasn't going to be a thing until… Continue reading Our Danish-ish Christmas