
With temperatures down to minus 17, we are having a cold, cold winter in this little kingdom reined over by a queen, and a government.
Animal Farm is here. Not George Orwell’s political pigs, horses and hounds, but all kinds of little krible-krable creatures and maybe the occasional bird.
Midsummer is something very Danish. And very wet. I suppose it’s midsummer all over the world, but since we were Vikings, we seem to have taken everything into property.