Endelave. Population: God knows. Things to do there during early March: relatively little. Worth a visit? Absolutely.
This is my short review of a beautifully peaceful island where ‘taking it easy’ was at the top of our agenda. My partner and I spent the weekend there recently with two friends and members of their family. This included their two young boys, one of whom could already speak better Danish than I at the tender age of three. (Ah, but can he go in to a heated debate about tax, the welfare system or which season is best: summer or spring?)
The last time I saw the young man in question he was screaming in pure fear as I attempted to ‘entertain’ him with an array of funny and gruesome faces (I think he buckled as I performed my car crash special). But now, surrounded by the absolute tranquility of the island and several deer, I managed to reprogram his brain with happy thoughts as I read to him such classics as The Princess and The Pea and The Three Billy Goats Gruff. These were all fairytales that my grandfather used to read to me, and the experience of reading them in Danish 25 years later wasn’t lost on me.
Over the next few days we had some pretty good hygge going on, especially as we plonked ourselves down by the heater in the conservatory with a beer in one hand and lots of bread in the other. It was also a perfect opportunity for me to switch to Danish for the weekend (something that actually gets easier when you’re forced to do it), though long conversations were definitely not on the agenda.
We also managed to get outside and explore the island and meet some of its permanent residents. Many of the buildings appeared old and in their original state, which added to the glamour (or lack of, I suppose) of the place. Down by the sea, a trio of wind turbines purred in the strong, icy wind, and the harbour itself was already frozen over. Of course, the cold weather didn’t deter the locals from going about their daily business. The graveyard still needed attending to and the firewood wasn’t going to chop itself.
And in stark contrast to the behaviour of some of my fellow Copenhageners, I was totally surprised (in a good way) to hear several people wish us a very good morning, or wave as they passed by in their tractors. It was the complete opposite of what I wrote about in one of my recent blogs ‘Opening Doors.’ I guess that Anne was right when she pulled me up on my comments regarding friendly Danes.
As we walked around we spotted the following things: an apparent Farm Lord, an elderly lady running completely barefoot with her two dogs, and a couple of ponies with odd dimensions. Still good for petting, though. I’m sure from the pictures you can see just how calm and uninterrupted the island is, and you will have to just trust me when I say how friendly the locals were.