A Scandinavian Adventure.
The sound of Copenhagen… hot, hot, hot…
Towers, spires, minarets, Copenhagen and Helsingborg… all very pretty, very clean, very… well, very Scandinavian.
We had a lovely time.
Sara lives in a lovely, spacious flat in an old apartment block within sight of the sea. The views from her fifth floor balcony [AKA my smoking spot] were of soft hued rooves in terracotta, slate, celadon and chalk grey. Great swathes of verdant birch trees dotted with aubergine beeches lined the wide streets and beyond across the silver sea, the horizon deepening to indigo where the storm clouds loomed lumpenly, lay the Danish peninsula. It rained for much of the weekend, but we were unperturbed, found brollies, macs, sparkly boots and walked lots.
We ate well, imbibed much. At home on Friday evening- blinis with sour cream and pops of vermillion caviar, Swedish cheese and potato pie, salad, cold meats, delicious bread, good wine, a rich and sticky chocolate tart, leading in to coffee, liqueurs, late night conversation, putting the world to rights.
Saturday… fuddled heads and an early start, tattoos, lunch outside under blankets and patio heaters, more wine, fabulous herrings, shopping for frocks, sleepy train home, quick nap and out for a fantastic Italian. I had possibly the best carpaccio ever, full of taste, unctious texture, dressed in olive oil that tasted of the smell of new mown grass and liberally dotted with truffle cream. Really heavenly. Followed by a fine pea and asparagus risotto. Very good.
The conversation generated by the three of us together is raucous and noisy, veering from the gigglingly hilarious to the incredibly dirty. I have worked out the formula of all the Waller-Wilkinson girls all together… It is w+w+w = www x 3 ^10 … The whole is much more than the sum of our individual parts. Poor Robert and Krister… Just as well they are used to us 
We had a lazy morning on Sunday, ate a substantial and delicious cooked breakfast, took a trip to the cultural centre, viewed a photographic exhibition on Massai Mothers by Ewa Mari Johanssen. Lovely. I bought a divine sheepskin rug and a red heart shaped cushion from the museum shop… very luxurious, very gorgeous. Train back to airport, pleasant flight home and got to The Charlotte Street Hotel around eight. A perfect ending to a lovely weekend.
