Summerhouse

As mentioned I went up to the north-western part of Sealand to my friend Anna's summerhouse. It's right by the water, an old late 60s' wooden house with no internet, but great atmosphere and room to slow down. We were six girls who've known each other since high school, and we spent the sometimes-sunny-sometimes-rainy hours beer bowling, playing cards and kubb and Bezzerwizzer, reading Politiken, listening to acoustic guitars, drinking wine, dancing a bit, grilling, toasting marshmallows, drinking beer, eating cake and gummi bears and licorice. And laughing. A lot. We also rescued a toad that for some reason was stuck in the stairs leading up to the house....

 The winning beer bowling team...

 ...and the losing one.

 Anna's dad made this grill-device from an old washing machine...

 "Anna, I think you should come and see this..." said Kristiane Friday morning, and when we all came out and saw the unfortunate toad stuck in the stairs we all burst out laughing. It took some oil, some water and a lot of wriggling for Klaudia and Anna to rescue the little guy, but then it jumped off into the wilderness and hopefully survived the huge amount of stress and panic that must have gone through the little body.

Going back to Copenhagen Saturday morning. Four busses, an S-train and two hours = I'm back at Vesterbro.