The beach at Gilleleje

Saturday night and Sunday morning spent right by the sea almost with a view to Sweden. January is almost over already, and I wonder what appened to those resolutions? Buried beneath other ones, perhaps? I’m reading another novel, That old ace in the hole by Annie Proulx, and it’s one of the best novels I’ve read in a while. It makes me want to go to Texas.

When I went down to my bike this morning, I found my missing hat and gloves. They had been sitting nicely in the bike basket all week, while I travelled by train in the cold. I put them on, happily.