Copnehagen – or København as it should properly be called – is my favourite capital city. Not that I’m prejudiced, or anything (though admittedly my mother was born there, which may have some influence). But the combination of beautiful buildings, open vistas, and cultural landmarks is pretty hard to beat. (I reckon Nelson bombarded the place because he was jealous. The Danes still haven’t forgiven him…) And the Danish royal family is the only one I know that has ferries at the bottom of their garden. (Sorry, old and beloved dad joke…)

We had planned to spend the last few days of our trip there, doing any activities I felt capable of doing but – most importantly – meeting up with my cousin Berit’s branch of the family for a celebratory meal (as only the Danes can do it!)

The train ride from Esbjerg was as enjoyable as I had hoped. The last time I made that journey the only way to cross the Storebaelt between Fyn and Sjaelland was by ferry. So it was fascinating to see the half-bridge, half-tunnel solution that’s now in place and which has, of course, significantly cut the journey time.

Unfortunately the pain and fatigue that had dogged most of the trip cut in pretty soon after we’d arrived – though our hotel, the Grand Joanne, proved to be wonderfully welcoming and very strongly focused on good service.

I needed it.

On the second day the pain and fatigue were overwhelming. Rosemary went out on expedition by herself leaving me to rest, came back for lunch, and happened to mention my plight. The sous-chef came out and discussed what sort of food I might be able to eat. It took a while, but some very pleasant little morsels emerged. And were brought to me with the compliments of the hotel…

The next day – feeling at least a little stronger – I accepted Rosemary’s suggestion that we visit the Design Museum. Which was fascinating and enlightening. As fatigue set in I had to rush through many of the most interesting rooms – at the end of the circuit, sadly – but I did see one thing that made me smile.

A three-legged ‘Ant’ chair. By Arne Jacobsen. Up on the wall as an exhibit. A design I’d spent most of my childhood and all my time up to university sitting on. Around our Arne Jacobsen table… (I was reminded of the lady I saw checking out the ‘Coronation living room’ at the York Castle Museum, saying ‘but our front room still looks like that!’)

So – then back to our hotel for a long rest, and to prepare for the main event of our visit, a slap-up meal with the ‘København branch’ of the Tofte family. It was a real delight to see Berit again, along with Mai, her husband Henrik, and Berit’s daughter Ida, currently working in the health service. But a little sad to discover that things in the Danish health service aren’t much better than they are in the UK…

No matter. A wonderful evening, though I had to leave earlier than I wished as fatigue gradually caught up with me. But a fitting end to a truly memorable trip. And now all we had to do was… get home…