Copenhagen: Four scenes of flatness
A Yorkshireman, I am most at home on and in the hills. If you are not walking upwards or downwards in West Yorkshire, chances are you’re either asleep or in the pub.
Which makes a city like Copenhagen such foreign terrain for the likes of me. It is so, so flat. It feels like walking along the top of a table. So much so that I wonder whether I have a subliminal fear of unwittingly falling off.