mid morning coastal run

snaps in a bit. this is getting tricky

during breakfast i was told of what sights there were to be seen and since bent was heading up to the summer house he could drop me off on the way at louisiana to go into the museum and wander the grounds he would pick me up on the way back.

sounds so anti art of me but after being inside for a full day the last thing that i wanted to do was be inside again. thought that i would ride up with him and then walk the town rather than enter any building.

when the departure time was set, i realised that i had time for a quick marl around town again this time to try to remember what i had seen from the machine the day before when we went for morning rolls.

it was suggested that i go in the opposite direction and see the park and the memorial to the war resisters. as any direction is a new direction i headed up under the railway and into the park. it was nice and peaceful outside of the graves to the resisters. the place reminded of the park in blow-up, wind no one about.

i however wasn’t in the mood for peace and tranquility i was in the mood for something formal. it had to be a quick walk - no really as the road trip was pending i reckoned a large circle to find the train station so that when i needed it, i would know where it was. the circle was larger than i thought and less work came of it than i had hoped.

by now i was trained to look for corner shops and was finding nothing of the sort, i tried to work with the construction but everything seemed forced. i found not photographic notables, i liked that the recycling stations on the street had places for batteries. i now knew why danish was so rare even out here in the burbs - an international school and embassies. speaking of embassies most were friendly and welcoming...then you came to the u.s. embassy with barbed wire concrete ballards etc it was if they were trying to replicate the feeling one gets at guantanamo - the poor canadians their embassy was next door. am sure they wish that they could be in a classier neighbourhood.

in the machine for the drive up the coast, bent wondered since louisiana would be open on tuesday would i want to head up to see the summer house.

why yes, as i had stated hang out in a museum or be outside when it is neither raining or cold, i choose the later - i also reckoned that i could go to the museum as it is duckish early.

heading up the road windows down in january as it is a bracing 0c could anything be better. well yeah. but i felt like i was back in britain once we left greater copenhagen, small villages a strand, a village centre and the øresund. if i had more time i would hit each one of them.

bent big city as he is stated that these places are nice he likes walking - driving - around the corner for just about anything he needs. i preferred up here between cph and helsingør. there seemed to be what anyone would need and with a little planning i couldn’t see the difference. but then again in peasants pissoir unless i want porn, i’d have to drive some bit. i realise that hellerup has a dozen cafés - no starbucks and the baresso is well hidden - but two will do. i can go the extra kilometres for a bit of sushi if i want it. i tend to chalk it up to my antisocial nature.

passing helsingør, was really were i wanted to be, now there were small independent towns connected to each other by bus and train. but it was the sea, now i was aware of it. in hellerup it is just down the road but it might as well be 100km away. while at times it wasn’t easier to get to, it made itself known in a way that didn’t happen in greater cph.

the summer house was small but with a nice bit of land about it. the land was still green - not killed off i reckon by either snow or nunavut like cold. while it wasn’t on the water there was public access and while there are laws against mcmansions there was a house being pulled down.

photographically the ride wasn’t great as we had a place to go. i did manage a few snaps in town, once i got over the shock of seeing buddy talking to himself while having a bit of wine in the public restroom.

notes for the future, the distant future when i want to once again wander about a seacoast any seacoast.