Today involved driving down to Møn's Klint on the Baltic sea shore.  Every little town we passed by has two or three wind mills.  So many homes and small buildings were all painted the same color, so much so that I'm convinced that "Denmark cottage yellow" must be a patented color. I purchased some of the softest fluffiest yarn from the yarn store in Stege.  It's a cloud of pale blues. Day one of the cliffs and we drove to the top and walked along the high precipice.  Up here I couldn't dare get close to the edge.  My fear of heights and my weird strong vertigo that seems to pull me to the edge combining to a frenzy here.  Mark getting his fearless photos with his foot on the edge and then with a shot where he laid down on his belly and reached the camera out over the edge looking down the 300 foot cliff face.