Siri Wigdel

Going to bed in our little chalet on the beach. Lucky it’s still there, as Mr.Jones left the little panel heater on while we were out this evening. It was positioned under the window, right under the net curtains. The temperature has dropped to 0 degrees outside, and we realise we are not quite dressed for the weather. But the sunset is to die for, and the bottle of red from the beach shop which cost 45 D.Kr is not bad at all, or maybe we are just gratefully cold. The coarse wind has whipped my face and turned it matching sunset red. Reflections of the day: We drove 600km today, only to end up on a beach that resembles the ones we have at home, Harlech Beach and Morfa Bychan. Mr.Jones tells me he finds it strangely comforting to observe peoples lives in another place, yet similar to our own at home. God nat fra den danske nord kyst a Nos da.