Mit luftpudefartøj er fyldt med ål

the artist house at Tranum is in a magical spot

with a view on a wonderful red barn

that constantly changes colour with the light

we take long walks by the frozen sea

pondering whether the waves were so cold that they might have had the consistency of honey at the moment they suddenly froze

and in case anyone is wondering what the Yeti wears under its coat

the answer is

a LOT more than a Scotsman wears under his kilt

and [close up] it looks like this

but even in the snowyness

there's treasure to be found for a wandering dyer

at this moment the Yeti

turns into a Bear

and begins to dig and scratch

revealing seaweed, rich in colour

old habits die hard

at the end of our week of walking and working we pack our things and begin the trek back to Copenhagen

a taxi collects us from Tranum Strand for the short trip to Brovst. the driver, a cheerful and gregarious chap, looks as if he could be a cousin of Viggo Mortensen, complete with gap-toothed and charming smile

he's pleased to hear that i live in the Hundred of Jutland on the fringe of the Barossa Valley

and tells me something i know already, that the best Shiraz in the whirled comes from there as well

we are in complete agreement

he's also very keen on Crocodile Dundee who has just been shown on TV, again.

i resist the momentary temptation to tell him that I'm Crocodile Dundee's sister.

at Brovst we board a bus to Aalborg

where

after consuming the mandatory railway station hot chocolate

something one has to do once in ten years

but not more frequently

we find our train back to Copenhagen

refreshed in spirit

and still a little light-headed

after a splendid week

full of plans for what we are now calling

'The Planeta Project'

which [after our two Planeta exhibitions, the one in Ararat, Australia

and the other here in Copenhagen]

is taking a tip from the landscape

and beginning to snowball...

ps the title of this post translates as

"my hovercraft is full of eels"

just

because i can