My mum and I were in Copenhagen for a week, and arrived back in the UK this time last Saturday. It was a glorious holiday; Mum and I are very compatible travel companions, in that we like the same activities (swimming, walking, eating, and art galleries) in roughly the same balance. Copenhagen was a good (if expensive) venue for all these things, with the added bonus of being extremely walkable and with a straightforward, well served public transport system. We were staying in Vesterbro, about midway between the central railway station and the hipsterish foodie meatpacking district, which worked perfectly for us — I'd recommend this as the ideal location to anyone else thinking of visiting.

I didn't keep a paper journal during this trip (I brought it, and then ... just didn't put pen to paper for a week). This summer has completely burnt me out, and I've found myself lacking in mental energy for long stretches of time, even during holidays. Therefore, rather than being a transcription (like my Shetland write-up), I'm just going to group everything under headings and talk a bit about what we did — assume the activities were spread roughly evenly over a week.

( New seas, new skies, new baked goods )

Until I visit my family in Australia in a few months' time, that's it in terms of holidays and travel for the year, and I feel extremely fortunate to have had the chance to visit Copenhagen, and have such an excellent time. If you have access to Instagram, most of the recent posts at my ronnidolorosa are photos from the trip, pretty much echoing what I've written here.

I seem to have just vanished from Dreamwidth for the past month. It's been a very busy summer, and I do need to catch up on all that. My mum and I were in Copenhagen last week, which I found delightful (if extremely expensive — a representative experience being that we bought two coffees and then discovered when she logged into her bank account later that this had cost $AU 24. Since my perception of 'reasonable' prices in Australian dollars is set permanently at whatever items cost back in 2008 — when I immigrated to the UK — the $24 coffees seemed even more extreme than if I had paid for them with my UK bank card and seen the conversion in pounds).

I'll write up a longer post about my time in Copenhagen a bit later, and I also feel I owe a wrap-up post about all my summer holiday reading. At the moment, since I flew back home and immediately got a terrible cold, I'm feeling somewhat lacking in energy. I made the usual massive pot of congee that I always make when I have a cold, and am going to spend the remainder of the day lying around in the living room, doing my best to relax. This would possibly be easier if my neighbour weren't blasting evangelical Christian sermons at top volume — her preferred background noise when doing housework.

I hope everyone is feeling a lot better than I am!