Well, the Halloween anthology is closing and it’s looking good – and possibly the easiest ever. Hardly any editing required on the stories this time! I’ll be getting author contracts out in the next day or so and then payments for those who want it in money. Outside UK are best to get cash because within the UK, books are a payment option but our postage costs mean that authors in any other country are better getting cash and buying a copy locally.
The deadline was extended because so much is happening. I had to go to future son-in-law’s stag do, which was a lot of fun, then CStM and I went to Denmark for her dad’s birthday which was a great trip too. It’s the first time we’d been anywhere for three years – we haven’t even been to Wales to visit my family and that doesn’t even mean crossing any seas! Next is Daughter’s wedding at the end of this month (I will be kilted again) then CStM’s birthday and it’s likely to be beans on toast for Christmas dinner…
I didn’t take many photos because the Danish climate is very similar to Scotland’s. Mostly crap at this time of year.
I did, however, get a snap of Denmark’s idea of rail safety. There is a sign saying ‘do not cross if a train is coming’ that’s placed halfway over the crossing.
Such crossings are pretty much gone in the UK. You used to be able to cross the rails at Ystrad Mynach station but now you have to trek over the bridge, even though you can see far in both directions. Denmark is not as nannying as we are. They trust their people to be aware of their surroundings. I’m sure there are some who will be shocked at that.
The best weather was, of course, on the day we were coming home. Well, again, that’s just like Scotland…
The plane was late, naturally, even though it was the only one at the airport while we waited there. This airport is more active as a helicopter ride to the oil rigs and the shuttle to Aberdeen is pretty much an afterthought. Esbjerg looks like a very nice place though, it’s somewhere I’d like to visit in its own right.
*cough splutter* years ago, I took the ferry from Newcastle to Esbjerg to get to a science conference in Odense. The ferry caught fire on the way over. Lots of small boats came out to see. To help? Nope. To take photos. Somewhere I might still have photos of the other student and myself in flotation vests, smoking the duty free baccy before it got wet. We survived, even though we had to put up with a cabin in the bilge to Harwich on the way back.
I didn’t buy any whisky on the way back. I have seen the ones they had on offer at better prices in local shops here. It seems the duty free mob replace the duty with profit. Don’t bother.
Baccy though… is much cheaper in Denmark. Especially loose baccy, which I use to fill the ciggy tubes. It’s not quite half the UK price but close. So I brought back the limit – and then the UK customs were unmanned anyway. I could have stuffed my case! Ah well, I have at least a month’s worth of cheap baccy. Corner shop baccy prices in Denmark are actually cheaper than duty free. And whisky costs about the same there as here. ‘Duty free’ is one hell of a ripoff.
I still need to finalise a title for this anthology. The Tax Monster?