When I talk about being an expat living here, and the new experiences of living in Denmark, I should mention that I actually visited Denmark many, many years before considering moving here with a Danish wife. My first trip here was when I was 10, in 1987. My mum, dad, sister and I caught a DFDS ferry for a trip to Legoland in Billund. This was major news for a ten year old, especially as it was long before the existence of England’s Legoland in Windsor. (By the way, did you know they now have parks in California, Florida, Malaysia and Germany?)

It was an overnight ferry there and back, so of the four day trip we spent two of them on a boat, and the other two between Legoland and the surrounding Danish countryside. I don’t remember a great deal about it but I’ve always enjoyed re-finding my Legoland driving licence, below. I can’t make any excuses for my handwriting, but I’m still really glad to have kept hold of it especially as I’m now a full time resident in Denmark. And I always knew collarless shirts would come back in fashion.