Just got back from a trip out to Moesgaard beach that was cut short and diverted to the Århus Yacht Harbour where we sat in the drizzel and drank hot choco-coffee whilst the Snoos had a small tub of ice cream (click on the above image for a panaramic view). This morning the sky was a pure, summer like expanse of azure blue but by the time Freja had had a midday nap, the rain clouds had moved in and turned the sky to a dull cod coloured monotony. We defied the weather sprites though and set of with coats and hoods on, but only got as far as Tang Kroen (near the edge of Moesgaard forest) and the yacht harbour. It wasn't the best trip ever but it was 'hyggeligt' though.
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(Hyggeligt is a Scandinavian concept which translates to being in a comfortable and cheerful state of being. It is often defined by being warm against the cold, so sitting by a fire, in candle light, with good friends or a similar situation is often called hyggeligt. Hygge translates to comfy, but isn't quite the same thing.)
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Så, var vi ud til Lystbådhavnen ved Tangkroen med lille Freja. Tanken var at vi skulle ud til Moesgaard men med det lorte vejr så opgave vi det og sad ud ved båderne og fik os en kop cacao-kaffe mens Freja havde en is. Ide'en var at få en 'crepe' ved et café der ud men med en pris på over en hund hver kunne de godt stop deres 'crepes' et vist sted hen!
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Vi sad ved is boden i stedet, og efter et par minuter mødte vi Nina (fra Mette's mor gruppe) som kom forbi med hendes mand og to døtre. Det var første gang jeg havde set lille Agnes så jeg var meget nysgerig. Hun lå i barnevognen og smilede op til mig så jeg blev helt ustyreligt glad (små børn plejer altid at vær bange for mig). Hun ligner sin stor søster på en prik! Esther kunner godt genkend Freja og det to så ud til at vær glad for at se hinanden ingen. De vinkede farvel til hinanden med stor smile. Der efter cycklede vi hjemme igen. Der er et eller anden musik festival igang i Århus, så vi gik igennem midtbyen. Der var rigtig mange mennesker og på Bisptorvet var Citroen ejerne igang med en opvising af et eller andet art. Desværre gjort musikken og regnen sådan at der var ikke nogen som gad se på. Vi skyndte os også forbi uden at stop. jeg kan ikke se at en Citroen er egentligt noget der er værd at se på. Såden nogle kedeligt Franske person biler. Nogen gang så forstå jeg ikke mennesker over hovedet!
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I know how you feel. Sunday morning I got up to bright blue skies and not a cloud in sight so decided to go car booting (my wife says junk collecting but what does she know?). By the time i'd had my bacon bun and mug of tea and seen half the stalls it had clouded over and half an hour later it poured down and hasn't stopped yet.
As for "Cod" coloured - Cod (Gadus morhua) is normally a grey green colour with the skin getting darker towards the dorsal fin. However it does depend on where the fish was caught. fish from the Baltic are darker than those from the southern Norwegian fjords. Those from Iceland are brighter still and those few remaining in the north sea can be a blue grey. Interestingly the farmed fish are a very dark green and look very different from their wild bretheren.
having spent most of my life around fish I can just about tell you where a fish was caught just by looking at it!
Cod is my favourite fish. I think perhaps because my grandmother used to make it with a particularly good white sauce of some kind back in the old days
The cod I caught (many a one), have been brownish cause they swim in Tang (brown water plants).
Speaking of which, it is called Tangkrogen (krog as hook or corner), since in the old days before Marselisborg Lystbådehavn was buildt, and especially back in the real old days before the south part of the harbour was expanded (Aarhus Havn has been expanded in stages, the latest being the huge thing out in front of it and the changing og the old parts to city with Denmark's tallest building), the beach formed a "krog" there that caught Tang for some reason. The tang lay there rotting and smelling horribly, but during the war it was gathered up and dried for burning instead of coal, firewood etc, just as peat cutting was taken up again.
Ramble- ramble, I still remember the smell in the 90-ties before Marselisborg Lystbådehavn, and the stories of how it was before and how my maternal grandfather hollowed out the Tang stack to get something to put in the oven and stove during the war. he also stole coal on the harbour and had a few scraps with the German guards.
Ramble- ramble...
that kinda looks like where I live!
Your girls are beautiful
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