Our last port of call on Thursday (July 20) was the northern Danish town of Skagen.  Now how do you think you’d pronounce that place name?  And, for that matter, the name of the peninsula on the tip of which it sits: Jutland.

No and no.  It’s Skane and Yuland.  The vagaries of the Danish language.

Skagen is a popular beach resort that fairly buzzes in the summer and we were there for one of their few  summer afternoons when indeed it was pretty crowded — but not at the beach which is permanently closed to swimmers due to the treacherous currents.

A quick walk around the town and then back to the ship for a fun final evening: singing, dancing, plenty of wine and stimulating conversation over dinner covering Trump and Brexit.

And so it ends as it began — in Copenhagen, where we docked on Friday morning, painlessly disembarked and off to the airport for the flight to London.

I’ll be back with more travel yarns later in the year when we will be in Morocco.

Skagen houses