We're at the north western part of Jutland in Denmark. It's about 10.15 pm and we're standing outside the "Solnedgangs kiosken (sunset kiosk)" in Gammel Skagen and are watching the sunset together with hundreds of other tourists, who found their way here to celebreate this stunning view. They even did applause it when it was over -like it was a concert- before heading back to the redwine bottles and the barbeque in their respective holiday homes. Because this is now what Skagen is all about, having holiday. About hundred years ago this city was a small fishing village and the inhabitants was poor and hard working fishermen who lived in their small houses between the sand dunes at this, the most nothern point of the kingdom of Denmark.
Up here Denmark becomes a very narrow tongue of land, squezzed in between the two seas, "Kattegat" to the east and "Skagerak" -which is the nothern part of the North Sea- to the west.
At the very north those two seas meet at a point called "Skagens gren"(branch of skagen), and since half a century this phenonomen of nature, has drawn tourist from all over the world to this remote place, and what for more than hundred of years ago was a village filled with poor fishermen struggling with the hard sea, is today the mayby most exclusive and fashionable place in Denmark to spend your holiday. 
At the very top of Jutland. Standing in the water looking south, you can see how the land get wider, while you are struggling with the waves of the two seas clashing and with the other hundreds of people, to get out there. 
Henrik, Lone and Catriona among the other hundreds of people at the gren. But how do hundreds, even thousands of people a day get out there? Looking to the Gren from the south.You can't drive by car so you have either to walk the maybe one and a half or two kilometers from the parking lot, or you can take "Sand ormen"(the sand worm), which I think is a brilliant idea. it's a cool tractor bus which runs like a shuttle bus all day long from the parking lot, over and through the dunes to the tip, spitting out thousands of visitors in the sand.
So this "Sand orm" is at the same time todays traktor. if you are wondering about the clear blue sky, yes the summer is in Denmark right now, and it is very beautyful and hot.
So this "Sand orm" is at the same time todays traktor. if you are wondering about the clear blue sky, yes the summer is in Denmark right now, and it is very beautyful and hot. 
The story from Skagen will be continued and you will get some answers about this sanded Church, see some fish dishes and get to know a lot more about these three kings in the sand dune-
-and of course you will know who won our own little bicycle tour -the TRAK-TOUR- which led us from place to place on the top of Jutland-
-and you will get to know which informations Catriona gave to the famours danish filmmaker and tour de france expert, Jørgen Leth, with whom she got ther photo taken. 
It is Catriona -wearing sunglases-to the right .
Catriona shows the way up on the rock called "Arthur's seat". We wanted to save some time and climbed the rock by one of the more unofficial paths. We didn't save any time nor power as we had to run all the way around the rock anyway to get to the top. If you want to visit Edinburgh and climb Arthur's seat, then the best way to do it is from the Her majesty the Queens scottish residence; 
From up there you have the perfect view over Edinburgh, so if you go you should bring things for a little picnic because you can spend some hours up there.
With auntie Connie at the start of our tour de London at Liverpool Street station.
The shore in the little hamlet of Orford just north of Ipswich
where Reece had his first free run over the soft green grass of a meadow.
The town of Southweld at the north sea cost in east Anglia.
Building a new sand city at Crainlarich beach with Amy, while her daddy -
-Bryan took care of the food supply.
The Morrison sisters at Elian Donan castle taking little "Ivanhoe" for some fresh highland air.
and amazing old city and castle.
In october Mum Hazel and Ricky will come to visit us in Hong Kong. We are looking forward to that and they can be quite sure it will be a lot warmer there than in Scotland in the summer.
To make a decent bite to eat in the morning you need; (clock wise from the top, and Rickey's version)black pudding, pork sausages, haggis, white pudding and bacon. Then not in the picture, eggs, baked beans, mushrooms and some tomatoes. And then let us watch Ricky over his shoulder as he -
-chucks everything in the pan. Remember to open all windows to the outside and close all doors to every other room on the inside of your house if you want to make this dish at home.
When all ingresdients has turned brown or well done, they are arranged on the plates and served very warm, remember to put the most important ingredient in the british cousine on the table as well; the ketchup bottle and the HP sauce. Normally you can also have hash brownies and tattie scones and even toast to a cooked breakfast, but on this day we were not into such cheap tricks.
And at the end, this is what you get, and for sure you will need no other food for about 12 hours. But remember. do not -like Ricky on these Photos- wear your favourite white t-shirt when handling the frying pans, because this shirt went straight in to the washing machine.
Two years ago I had my first portion of Haggis in Edinburgh. Now we're back in this wonderfull city for a while and I'm sure that we're going to eat Haggis again. For those who don't know what Haggis is, I can only say that it is supposed to be Scotlands national dish and it is made from all that what you normally do not eat from a sheep. 
The scottish highlands is a fabulous place -except for the 
and I would like to steal one of these and put it up in Alaunpark in Dresden on a Sunday, when the real traktors are on the move. In the Highlands you have not just mountains, sheeps and cattle. Every now and then one of the scottish lochs appears in the landscape and with those the many old castles like this one close to Kyle of Lochals and the isle of Skye; 
We are riding on the bus no. 47 to the city center of Edinburgh. We are on top in the front of the doppeldecker bus and we are just following this; 
while the scottish summer weather shatters the frontscreen. "Why are you taking that picture?" Catriona ask. "I like the composition and the colours!".
And no wonder because edinburgh has so much character and when the night comes the rain wet streets turns into mysterious and spooky locations from where you could expect al most everything. You never know what to expect when you want to make a shortcut through the next little hidden medival path way.
On the High Street or the Royal Mile, which leads the thousands of turists to the castle, just outside the court of session you will a mosaic built into the pavement formed as a heart. This is called 
Normally it rains in scotland so this hart is normally wet, but even if it doesn't rain this mosaic seems to be wet. How can that be? Well it is not really wet and not all over as when it rains. It is just on some spots and it lookes more like big grollies than water. And so it is. The people of Edinburgh -or some of them- spitts on this mosaic when ever they pass it. Why it is like that? Either read the link or do what I do everytime I see one spitting there; I ask why. Last night it was the street cleaner who stopped his work, honked a few times and then send the biggest grollie out and down on the heart. "Why di you do that?" I asked: He stopped and looked surprised at me and said: "It's just tradition, you spitt on that stone when you pass it!" and then he continued his work cleaning the street. The next couple of days I will look for more answers, I promise you.
We left Hong Kong on the 30est of June. First stop Ipswich in south east England to visit Catrionas brother Alex, his wife Connie and son Reece. From there we went to London for one day to play tourists. As I was a London Virgin and very excited about that, of course we had to go to some of the sight seeing hot spots for the official; "Traktor on location" picture. So here it is, and I promise more will follow during our trip through the old continent.
One day in London is really too little, but is was a start and I hope that we can come back there to spend a lot more time later on in our lifes.
Many years ago the vikings also came across this place, and as usual they also terrorized the local people and even killed the the young upcoming king.They tied him to a tree and shot arrows through his head and body. In the local church this story was displayed, everywhere you looked there were carvings of small helmets with several arrows sticking out of them. Catriona told the older lady, who was a sort of caretaker in the church, that I was danish, she looked at me for a moment and then said: "Aren't you sorry for what you've done?" I didn't know what to answer because I didn't realy feel guilty in any way at all, and then I could only mumble: "not really, I wasn't there!" and then I walked out and headed for the Kings head pub for a pint of the local Broadside ale, hoping no one there would regognize where I came from and maybe take revenge.
Saturday the fifth of July we packed up two cars in Aberdeen and left with the whole Innes family to head for the little village of Plockton on the north west coast of Scotland. One week we were going to stay there in a nice little cottage at the shore.
Just behind our cottage we could enjoy the sun settings and the view at the little natural harbor. Plockton is an ideal place for a base when exploring the west coast of Scotland and the isla of Skye. The village itself is also worth visiting as they have some nice restaurants and a cosey and busy little pub called the Plockton Inn. In the Highlands you can also meet the most beautyfull cows, the famous highland cattle. They look scary and dangerous with their big horns, but they are not really dangerous, they are calm and confident and nothing seems to stress them at all.
So just for you, I gathered all of my courage and with shaking legs I went to this fluffy one, standing around in the little hamlet of Durnish together with all his (or her) mates, causing some traffic jam as all tourists passing, just had to stop their cars for a photo for their holiday album. Another species you can meet in the highlands is the midgees. As they are not at all so pleasent and photogen as the highland cattle, in fact they are just anoying. I've never seen or heard of them before, but they can ruin the holiday. It is small biting flying creatures or beasties and they come in swarms and leave you with itsching red bites all over the body, so if you attend to visit the highlands you better take some insect repellent and some nets with you, to awoid these beasties.
