An hour at the farm: Soil to Stove
I took my ever inquisitive two year old son up to Aarstiderne’s Krogerup farm on Tuesday for a stroll in the sunshine and to get some fresh inspiration for future writing. I realise that toddlers are not always the easiest of company but at the farm he is in his element and as soon the...
The Queen’s Birthday
I have been wondering how to celebrate my birthday during the summer, it usually passes by without too much fuss due to it being mid July when everyone goes away. This year I thought I might do something a little more special but had been struggling to think of what, thankfully on Monday I found...
Vega: Kings of Convenience
We are rapidly approaching the one year anniversary of Scandineighbour, a project I began at the start of the school summer holiday a year ago. My intention was simple, I wished to celebrate and record many of the things that I get up to with, or without my children. A record of a life spent...
Canal Tour Copenhagen
My eldest son is an adventurer, never happier than when he is near to the top of the tree in our garden waving frantically at me to come and take a picture of his daring exploits. I try to remain nonchalant and proud as I watch my first born launch through the branches before jumping...
The Nordic Bakery
One of my favourite way’s to care for my family is to cook for them, okay, maybe not the rushed meals I have to prepare post swimming practice on a Monday evening although even that can be done with a little forethought and sleeping toddler. As a mother of three incredibly hungry boys that is...
Aarstiderne
Below is a post I wrote about Aarstiderne back in September 2011, it is still one of my favourite posts and just reading the text takes me straight back to autumn and all the apples that covered the ground. Fast forward six months and I have the pleasure of announcing the launch of Soil to...
Winter Wedding
Eleven years ago I took a trip to Vancouver for a bit of sightseeing and soul searching, just a week but long enough to have insightful conversations and forget the complications of lost loves in the company of two very wonderful people. As I took my seat on the flight home, a nine hour red eye...
