EIGHT YEARS 283 DAYS / DAY SIXTY-SIX: SUNDAY 8 SEPTEMBER 2024

Worked until the end taking it all down again. Mucky Weekender 2024. Then instead of driving back we went to the spa hotel we’d stayed at last year for shower and clean and dinner and cosy.

Another hot day at the summerhouse. Had friends over for lunch; dansk smørrebrød og sild og snaps. Afterwards a mandatory walk to the beach and this sunday, also a swim because of the warm weather (27 degrees Celsius).
After the guests left, went to the garden to pluck plums from our really tall plum tree, even with help from the ladder, it was only possible to pick the low hanging fruit.
After plum picking, I had a little perennial, that needed planted. To moist the ground before planting, I filled my Big watering can with water. But then looking down in the watering can, I saw a weird lump of fluffy fur and leatherlike thing.
A little bat, had been hiding in my watering can and was now swimming for its life.
Somehow got the bat out of the can, but it was all wet and shivering. Put it on top of some wood in a quiet part of the garden.
It was still shivering and looked very weak. Left it to give the bat some calm and peace, but when I returned 5-10 minutes later, it was laying completely still and motionless. I thought it was dead, but as a last resort, I breathed on it to warm it and dry the fur and after 1/2 a minute it woke up and quickly spread its wings and a flew away in a flash, so great to see it fly away (too fast for pictures 🙂 )

EIGHT YEARS 282 DAYS / DAY SIXTY-FIVE: SATURDAY 7 SEPTEMBER 2024

Mad Hatter’s tea party, Dub Pistols Private party, Mucky Weekender 2024

Spending a nice weekend in the summerhouse. Relaxing and mowing the lawn, also went to the beach for a swim in the unusually sweltering september heat.
When going for a swim we always wear swimming shoes to avoid getting stung by greater weevers which are found at the shores of northern Sealand.
In the evening Peter and I were invited to a surprise party for a good friend with the request that if possible to wear paliettes or something sparkling.
On the way to the party, realised that Peter had forgotten his bathing shoes and swimming goggles at the beach, so I went to the beach in my sparkly dress, found the shoes, went to the party, surprised our friend. 

EIGHT YEARS 281 DAYS / DAY SIXTY-FOUR: FRIDAY 6 SEPTEMBER 2024

Congo Natty and me backstage at Mucky Weekender 2024 💕

Carl Jacobsen born in 1842; danish brewing master and art collector and patron.
Made his brewery Ny Carlsberg in 1880.
Also founded and made the art museum Ny Carlsberg Glyptoteket with art he collected around Europe and beyond.
Still residing in the same place, where his brewery was located back in 1880.
One of his great feats was building Ny Carlsberg Glyptoteket to make art accessible for the common citizen.
After a hard day at work, meeting up with Peter in the warm summer evening sharing a lovely vegetarian meal outside on a terrace of a nice restaurant ( which is committed to minimize foodwaste and enhance using local produce). Passing Carl on the stroll back home.

EIGHT YEARS 280 DAYS / DAY SIXTY-THREE: THURSDAY 5 SEPTEMBER 2024

Rained all day. Tired. At one point wanted to go home. But stayed, met my friends and turned it all round and went dancing!

So this is me in my Hakama (the blue trouser skirt). First time wearing it at practice in my Dojo.
In Denmark when you earn your 3.kuy grade in Aikido, you also earn the right to wear the hakama (at least in Denmark).
So very proud of this achievement of earning my 3.kuy and hakama and a real achievement that I didn’t fall in the extra fabric in training (it is quite a different feel from just wearing my gi (the White jacket and trousers).

EIGHT YEARS 279 DAYS / DAY SIXTY-TWO: WEDNESDAY 4 SEPTEMBER 2024

Sail fastening in a tent until they could be hoisted up, tightened and create a beautiful silky puffy ceiling

Early morning breakfast, looking outside the window a bright pink sunrise matching my breakfast of champions in my bowl; kefir, müsli and homemade Wild brambleberry marmalade made from berries picked in the garden at my summerhouse.