Raining steadily in Copenhagen. I’m staying at a friend’s flat while he’s away, high up in a converted apartment in Vesterbro. Even though the sun’s not shining it is light here and a pleasant place to be writing up my notes from research at the National Archives.
Time to post a photograph of a brighter day a week or more ago, on the island of Fur in the Limford. Part of my novel about Emilie Demant Hatt takes place there. I’ve long been fascinated by the geological story of Fur and its fossils. The cliff formations of ash and clay date from the Eocene. Read more about Fur here.