Copenhagen

You see, I met a girl from Copenhagen… And that’s the entire reason for this trip entry.  I probably should stop there and put in the photos but I’m a writer by temperament if not by talent and didn’t actually take as many photos as I should while I was there, so you’ll have to sift through the words for the pictures I’m afraid.

Before I start though I should probably say that if you are reading this on the internet then there’s a fair chance you are reading a truncated version of the story because I was asked by a central character to not write about them – and some of you might think yourselves lucky not to have to read my entire rambling as a consequence. The first few times that I wrote drafts of this story I was feeling a bit negative and very selfish about the result of the trip. After a few weeks though and some very constructive criticism I have come to realise that I was not nearly as blameless as I may have felt and she was as badly affected by my actions as I was by hers. There were a whole series of unfortunate events but I’ll not go into them here.

And so it begins.