Let the fun begin
It all started yesterday when we packed our bags and tied up loose ends for the house sitters before making our way to Heathrow.
We decided to stay overnight at the Sofitel to avoid an early start. The alarm went off at 6am nevertheless, for a 7.30 check in.
Our flight left on time and we did that thing of looking closely at our fellow passengers: were they heading for the same place as we were? I suspect many of them were, but for now, we enjoyed our independence and could afford to be as anti social as we wanted at this time on a Sunday morning!
We landed at just gone midday and were at the hotel less than an hour later. We have a fine view of the harbour and on this fine, late summer Sunday afternoon, there was plenty of life out there. We felt the urge to get out there and share the fun, so we wasted no time at all and left any unpacking till later.
Our travelling companions decided to sit on the windowsill and watch the goings on from a safe distance.
Our hotel, the Marriott, is right on the harbourside and a boardwalk makes for an interesting and easy waterside stroll. The boardwalk is rather interesting in places, with steep slopes for playing and jumping from, other easier ways into the water, a kayaking facility and places to sit and relax.
Though the clouds were pretty dark at times, the sunshine made its way through and the balmy temperatures made us wish we’d dressed more appropriately – though it was difficult to know what to pack for the next couple of weeks.
Walking along the boardwalk, then, we were amused by the activities going on around us. Some had opted for a simple picnic, not forgetting the coffee pot of course.
A little further on, someone else was doing a bit of slack-lining. A little crowd watched and quietly held their breath as he reached the most difficult bit. He didn’t fall in, but swung below the rope for the steep last section.
I loved to see the wide range of bicycle combinations, with trailers and other assorted equipment for transporting children, animals and shopping.
As we crossed the bridge, we peered over to see the kayakers having fun down there. It looks so easy…
But I think I’d rather be sitting atop this little cruiser with a glass of something in my hand, given the choice!
Or, we could have thought ahead and hired a picnic boat with our friends. That’d have been fun! Maybe next time we will go in and say Ahoy?
Along the harbourside, a fairly large area has been made into a swimming area with a high platform which was providing much entertainment this afternoon. We watched a while and then walked a little further, where a lively flea market was doing brisk business.
Wedding dress, anyone? (It was still there when we walked back, so clearly, it wasn’t the one for her!)
Of course, we had to count the windows and spot “ours”: three down, five across – or is it seven?
As a bunch of – errm – grown ups – rowed past in a coxed four (I say that, because these were undoubtedly not athletes!) I recalled the fun I had when I rowed in a four just like this when I was at college. Had the opportunity arisen, I’d have jumped at the chance to try it again – no commitment though. I can’t be signing up for weekly practice or anything!
More activities to watch, this time a bunch of youngsters (and some parents) having fun on scooters. How interesting that the younger ones are the sensible ones and wear helmets!
Rather than cross back over the bridge and return to the hotel, we decided to stay out a little longer, so continued along the harbourside and past these fine old buildings.
This part of the harbour was rather quieter, though from time to time a speedboat would whizz by. If we lived in Copenhagen, we’d want a boat, wouldn’t we? The modern black structure on the other side is the Royal Library or “Black Diamond” as it’s known.
Just as we stood admiring it from a funky kind of bridge right opposite, a tourist boat sailed beneath us. There’s no doubt, the best way to see the city is from a boat.
Better make it a proper boat, though; something a bit more stable than these youngsters had cobbled together!
A little further along, I caught a glimpse of one of my favourite steeples. On our last visit here, I created a collage of all the many shapes and patterns and this one stood out. I think it looks a bit like a helter-skelter, though I wonder if that’s a spiral staircase up the outside?
Just as we were musing on that (my Hero was more probably musing on Sidse Babett Knudsen) we were struck by a sudden rush of people.
Actually, all youngsters, each with a phone in his or her hand.
All were seemingly headed for the same place, which led us to wonder if this was some kind of Pokemon Go thing?
Moving right along, then, over small bridges crossing side canals, looking nothing like they could be in the centre of a European capital city.
We were soon back at the boardwalk. We looked closely at that steep slope into the water and wondered what was its purpose? Whatever it was, there were people running, jumping into the water and generally having fun and nowhere was there anything to stop them – or to tell them it was all too dangerous.
Feeling weary and very thirsty (we’d taken no krone out with us!) we left the students to study there in the sunshine and headed back to the hotel with one thing in mind.
This evening, after a quick turnaround, we went with our friends to dinner at Host, the most delightful restaurant a short ride away.
A warm welcome from charming staff, who couldn’t be enchanted by the idea of “An Evening at Host: Let us pamper you through the evening with an aperitif, Host menu, wine pairing, water and coffee” ?
That’s exactly what we did. Rikke, our lovely waitress, steered us through the most delicious (and imaginative) plates of food we have enjoyed anywhere and of course, the company made the evening all the more special.
They were so clever to find that amazing restaurant and we were buzzing from the experience when we got back to the hotel.
What a marvellous start to our adventure!