Cabin love in Copenhagen
/They warned us the cabin was on the basic side of ‘rustic’.
What they didn’t mention was the blossom arch from the gate to the door, flowering poppies littering the floor, Gerda the garden knome, the dancing light through the stained glass, the welcome note scrawled on the board in the kitchen, the scandi wool blankets we could pile high on the lawn and lie on the afternoon sun… so content.
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Despite the dense start line the 60’odd strong fleet quickly spreads out, and the all too familiar burn of the lungs and the muscles quickly sets in.