Authors: Peter Lynn
Date Submitted: August 31, 2003
Article Type: Journal

Fano’s weather was not good, one nice day out of five we had, but somehow this doesn’t matter here in Denmark. On Friday, the wind was vicious. I creased our (fortunatelyly rental) car’s door when it was ripped from my hand as it opened. Amassing sufficient further damage to get value from the insurance excess then became a challenge. Eventually a few line burns and ramming it with a buggy did the trick. We had only one kite flying that day—–a quilt (now called our “Gucci”). As far as I could see through the windblown sand, it was the only large kite flying all day, which is possibly some comment on other fliers’ good sense rather than our own skills.

Sunday was glorious, kites flying in numbers that can only be compared with stars on a clear, moonless night, and no chance at all to visit even ten percent of the fliers on the beach.

On Monday evening, the day of the summer solstice, there was a bonfire on the beach. It’s a celebration whose origins are lost in the mists of time but which involves burning an effigy and local maidens throwing off their clothing and rushing into the surf. We unaccountably missed the actual event on account of that evening’s essen und trinken.

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