After briefly calling into the office to complete a couple of administrative tasks and enjoying a coffee with my lovely grandparents, my girlfriend, Bex, kindly drove me to the train station. It was a fairly easy journey into London and out across to Heathrow, arriving with plenty of spare time to listen to an audiobook - No Cunning Plan by Sir Tony Robinson. Sir Tony's mischievous tales about Time Team and Blackadder made the time fly by and before I knew it, the time came to board the plane. As most flights do, it passed unspectacularly: there was the safety demonstration that our cabin crew had likely performed several times that day, brief nervous tension as the plane accelerated up the runway, then, seemingly a few moments later, we descended through the clouds and I caught my first glimpse of Denmark. The sun was just dipping below the horizon, casting an orange glow onto a grid of fields, studded with small groups of wind turbines. Landing with a gentle bounce, we taxi-d to...