Christmas time and a brand spanking new year

A new year starts, and I immediate;y feel like I should do something. So therefore, hello again dear blog! Sitting on the couch with a cup of tea, next to a man who is concentrated watching Match of The Day, is perhaps not the most inspiring scene imaginable. But, it is life, and pretty damn lovely in its own way.

I spend my Christmas in Denmark as usual. There were not much snow this year, but thankfully a few very frosty days, clear skies, frozen puddles and ice crystals on windows. It doesn’t quite feel like real Christmas without those days where you can’t feel your nose after being outside for 5 minutes.

It was lovely seeing the family and spending some quality time with them all. And Buster the dog of course. I don’t see them near as often as I would like, and it’s silly, really. One of the things I want to change in 2015!

I spend New Years at home in our little loft with my Love, and it was perfect. Now, thinking about what 2015 might bring, I don’t actually have a clue. I feel like something significant might happen, but I’m not sure what. It does feel like some sort of change is in the air though.

Hope you all had a lovely break, and got a chance to see the ones you love. That’s what this season is all about really. Bring on 2015 adventures!

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Christmas relaxation favourite: Wandering about the little farm with Buster and looking at the chickens.

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Sadly, Christmas wasn’t pure joy. This little Sweetheart, Kamma, took her last breath. If only animals lived as long as we do!

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My favourite sidekick ❤

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Spent a lot of time with this guy over Christmas. He is the sweetest little soul imaginable.

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Amazing Christmas cookies made by my father – could eat these all year round easily.

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Our little Christmas tree in our flat. It will be time for it to continue its journey soon.

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An ode to snow

It is January. Soon to be February. And the sky is grey, it’s 8 degrees warm (yes, warm), and there’s no sign of snow anywhere. This makes me sad.

Most people, especially in London, are probably very happy that there’s no snow so far this year. Snow to many means disruptions, impossible transport, wet feet, cold hands, and frozen cheeks. To me snow means happiness, calmness, and peace. When it snows, the world listens. It makes people stop, look out the windows like they did when they were kids and were longing to get out and build snowmen and have hours of fun. Getting cold to the bones, and look forward to a warm cup of cocoa to warm up the frozen fingers afterwards.

So, this is an ode to snow. Some of my best memories involves it, whether it be skiing trips to the alps, or sledging in Denmark.

I clearly remember the first time I saw snow ‘for real’. Well, the first strong memory I have was once in Denmark when I was 6 or 7. We woke up to a snow storm, and listened to the radio announce that our school was closed. I played all day outside with my best friend and neighbour, while the grown-ups tried to keep up with the heavy snowfall and clear the pathways.

But that was nothing compared to my first skiing trip to Norway. I remember I had slept in the car, and woke up when we were parked at the foot of a mountain. There was a queue of cars in front of us, and snow everywhere. My parents told me that we waiting because people couldn’t drive up the mountain, and that the police were out helping the ‘poor tourists’ without snow tires and chains, to get up. We did, and made our way up the slippery mountain to ‘Gaustablik’ named after the mountain ‘Gausta’. We got out of the car, and it was freezing – probably around -30. Everything was white – The roads were flanked by 2 meter high walls of snow, some of which had unfortunate cars hidden inside, only given away by a side mirror sticking out. Everywhere you walked this squeaky sound of compressed, deep frozen snow followed you, and everything else was quiet. Even during the night it was light, as the moonlight shining on the glistening snow would brighten up everything.

Snow is amazing and magical. It dresses up the world.

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buster snow

snow fall

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snow heart

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A few images from a wintery walk in Denmark a few years ago with my cousins and the dogs (Back when my hair was brown)

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A few days ago we all got dressed up and went to The Barbican for graduation ceremony for the class of 2013. Being Danish I have always found the whole thing rather strange, but intriguing. Especially all the funny hats.

It turned out that in reality, it’s a lot of hard work. Keeping the cape in place, trying not to loose the hat to the wind or have the little whip thing hanging right down in front of your face. I’m quite happy I only had to deal with that for a few hours.

Once it was all returned it was a lovely day though. Family, friends and loved ones all together in one place celebrating what symbolises a new start and a hope for the future.

A few pictures from the day:




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