The first stop on Kevin Rushby’s summer tour of Scandinavia is Denmark, where he revels in open skies, serenity, comfort food – and eccentricity
Tucked into the dunes on the northern tip of Denmark’s Jutland peninsula is a tiny house of wind-worn clapboard. There’s a coffee table constructed of old beer crates, oil lamps hanging in the windows, a yard of books on the shelf and a well-trodden footpath to a vast sandy beach. Everything from the coffee grinder to the hammock seems well-made and dependable, stylish in an understated way. I throw myself into a chair next to a neat stack of precisely cut firewood. My Scandinavian summer starts here, in an idyllic cabin, a mile from Hirtshals, the nearest town.