This week, we learnt that ø at the end of a name means island, and used to be spelled and is pronounced oie.
The island of Fejø has a friendly community, where fruit trees and berries grow everywhere and the harvest is still taken by traditional wooden boats to Copenhagen every September to be sold in the harbour market there.
We stayed in Dybvig, and met the assistant harbour master, Danielle, whose husband Peter hails from Saintfield, and works for Vestas making windmills. She arranged for local historian John to show us round the museum, where we learnt all this.
We cycled round the island, and could have bought apples, pears, cherries, figs, or berries at every garden gate using an honesty box.
We stopped for a sandwich lunch at the old working windmill
And ended the night on board with the whole family, drinking their homemade elderflower champagne. Rather special.
Great time of year to visit a fruit-growing area. Love the honesty boxes.
Love the way the Irish turn up all over the globe – and are so hospitable – very special indeed. We do find honesty boxes at gates in Kent too but not with such pretty sunshades..Rxx