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Musical addendum to “Short stopover at Roskilde, Denmark”

Did you listen to or watch the annual New Year’s Day Concert from Vienna? If so, you might have noticed a piece from the Danish composer, Hans Christian Lumbye. Called Copenhagen Steam Railway Galop (Kjobenhavns Jernbane-​Dampgalop, in Danish), it celebrates the opening of the railway link from Copenhagen to Roskilde in 1847. The two cities — the current and previous capitals of Denmark – are only 25 miles apart and this was the first passenger line in the country.

If you missed the concert, you can listen on YouTube to an ebullient performance by the Danish National Symphony Orchestra under the flag and whistle of Gennady Rozhdestvensky. A real foot(plate)-tapper.

I’d not heard of Lumbye (“Lomboo”) before. Apparently he was a great admirer of the Strauss family’s music and was known in Denmark as “The Strauss of the North”.

Lumbye was the first music director of the Tivoli Gardens orchestra in Copenhagen and stayed in post for nearly 30 years. During that time, he wrote something like 700 pieces of dance music! Here’s one of them, the Champagne Gallop, in a riotous rendition that surely owes as much to Spike Jones as to any of the Strauss family. (Sorry about the noises off in the Danish video.)

There’s more about Lumbye here, in English, at the Web site of the Royal Danish Library.

Happy listening, and a happy New Year.

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Short stopover at Roskilde, Denmark — July 2010 — Part 1

I had spent a long weekend at the end of June at the home of Matthijs, yet another acquaintance from my time at Amsterdam. He lives near Nakskov on the island of Lolland in Denmark. I’ll tell you about my stay there another time.

On the following Wednesday I drove the 100 miles nor’-nor’-east to Roskilde (“Rosskeeleh”; silent ‘d’), which is on the neighbouring and larger island of Sjaelland or Zealand.

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The crossing was via the Farø bridges, a pair of handsome structures opened in 1985. Their architect was Erik Villefrance, who was Danish, despite his surname.

(Jenny held the steering wheel while I took this picture, so it was perfectly safe.)

Farø south bridge

My immediate destination was Roskilde Camping. This is a 300-​place campsite that ranges over grassed slopes down to the sandy shore of Roskilde Fjord. Facilities were good and included a convenience store and canoes and kayaks for hire.

Kayaks for rent, Roskilde Camping

There was also a pancake trailer, whose owner was conveniently staying at the campsite. I had a beef one, which was filling and tasty.

Freddy’s pancake bar

On my way in, at the southern outskirts of the city, I had passed the site for the annual pop music festival. It’s one of the largest in Europe and the crowds were already assembling. Fortunately, the festival grounds are well out of earshot of the campsite.

I was in the area for Roskilde’s other two major attractions – the Viking ship museum and the cathedral. I will talk about the cathedral in part 2 of this post.

Viking ships at Roskilde

At its southern end, where the city lies, Roskilde Fjord provides a broad and shallow natural harbour. The waterway narrows abruptly as it goes north for over 20 miles, leading eventually to the Kattegat and, thence, the North Sea. It was an ideal place for Viking raiders and traders to set out from and to seek shelter in. Roskilde was consequently an important trading centre (and was Denmark’s capital).

These advantages also made the city vulnerable to forays from elsewhere in Scandinavia. The Vikings usually voyaged not as a unified force but as independent small groups, often raiding each others’ settlements. To impede attacking fleets, in the late 11th century (about the time of the Battle of Hastings) the local people sank a group of five ships in the fjord. This was near Skuldelev, about 12 miles north of Roskilde.

These days known as the Skuldelev ships, their remains were excavated from 1957 onwards. Here are some details from Åge Skjelborg, one of the archaeologists. (There is no Skuldelev 4. That designation was given to remains that turned out to be part of Skuldelev 2.)

The ship museum

The Skuldelev ships formed the basis of the Viking Ship Museum at Roskilde. It was built in 1969 and is now Denmark’s national maritime museum for the mediaeval and older periods. There’s a list of activities here, with an expansible map.

Main building, Viking Ship Museum

In a plot twist you would deride in a novel, when the museum was being extended in 1997 the remains of further nine Viking ships came to light. One, at nearly 120 feet (36 metres), was the longest Viking warship ever discovered. It has been designated the Roskilde 6 ship.

Where the ‘new’ ships were found is now Museum Island, containing workshops, classrooms and a cafeteria.

Workshops and classrooms, Viking Ship Museum

My visit

At 10 o’clock the next morning, I drove the three miles to the museum. This was not laziness; it was what I always do with places that don’t accept dogs. Jenny’s used to staying in the van and soon curls up for some Zs on the passenger seat. Dogs are expert sleepers but never miss a chance for more practice.

There was plenty of parking, all free, so in I wandered, cameras to hand. The entrance is on Museum Island and I looked around there first. It holds a collection of wooden buildings, each containing something neb*-worthy.

*An English and Scottish slang word from around Viking times, meaning to pry into the affairs of others. Shame it’s dropped out of general use. I do lots of nebbing while on my travels (but without, I hope, being nebbish). A neb is a beak or nose.

One of the workshops contained this minty-​crisp replica of a 1908 eel-​fishing boat, being built for a private customer. Wonderful work. There’s more about it (in Danish) here, including a video, and here.

Workshop with eel drifter, Viking Ship Museum

Elsewhere, outdoors, were two rows of wooden plant boxes, each containing a young tree of a kind used in building Viking ships. Attached to each box was a label explaining in Danish and English the characteristics of that species and how it was used in a ship. (The labelling was exemplary throughout the museum.) So simple but such an effective method for giving people information in a way that will stick in their minds.

How and why oak is used

Much of the instruction is practical, especially for children. They can even write their name in runic (mine’s below). School parties are regular visitors and anyone under 18 gets in free. I had a quick look at some of the activities but didn’t linger, as I wanted to get to the main building, the Viking Ship Hall.

Roger” in runic

The Viking Ship Hall

This large modernist building is a showroom for the five Skuldelev ships. Its architect was the Dane, Erik Christian Sørensen, who followed the principles of New Brutalism in creating the hall. Here, in an example of New Trivialisation, is a Lego model of it.

The virtues of Sørensen’s design show themselves when you enter the hall. All five ships sit lengthways along it, illuminated mainly by light from the fjord. The floor is on two levels and a gallery runs around the landward side, giving clear views from above.

Main hall, Viking Ship Museum

None of the ships was recovered whole, so the remains of each are arranged over a metal armature that approximates the vessel’s original size and shape. You can see a typical result in this picture of Skuldelev 1, an ocean-​going trader from Norway.

Remains of an ocean-​going trader

In other parts of the main hall are models of boats, more children’s activities, and information panels about the Vikings and their remarkable achievements. There’s a well-​stocked shop on the gallery.

It was a privilege to learn about the cleverness and craftsmanship involved in creating these vessels, designed nearly 1,000 years ago. I could imagine them surging across the waves under the power of sail or oar. It seemed a shame, then, that the last service they should give in Viking times was to lie, submerged and sullen, in the path of other craft. On the other hand, if they hadn’t been so treated we might not be able to see them today at Roskilde, where they perform a more cerebral duty.

Replica boats

To aid our, and its, understanding, the museum has built working full-​sized replicas of all five Skuldelev boats. Its copy of Skuldelev 1 is called Ottar.

Using plans from the Roskilde museum, the Norwegian explorer Ragnar Thorset also built a replica of Skuldelev 1. He called it Saga Siglar (“Saga Sailor”) and sailed it to Greenland, then Newfoundland and then around the world. There are details here.

I knew the Vikings had settlements throughout the British Isles but I was still surprised to learn that Skuldelev 2, the largest of the original set of sunken ships, came from Dublin. (It’s the one nearest the camera in the long view above.)

The museum named this replica Havhingsten fra Glendalough (“Sea Stallion of Glendalough”). With a 65-​man crew, it sailed to Dublin in June 2007 and back the next year. When I visited, it was taking a breather on the lawn near the car park.

Sea Stallion of Glendalough, Roskilde

Adjoining Museum Island is a small harbour filled with boats from all ages remade in the workshops, with the occasional ‘guest’ boat. There’s a list here. You can take trips on most of them. This enthusiast’s site shows more pictures.

The example below is Helge Ask (“Helge Ash”, as in tree), a replica of Skuldelev 5. The colour scheme imitates those shown in the Bayeux Tapestry. (Scroll to the right; halfway along you’ll see them being built, apparently by giants.) There are at least two other modern versions of Skuldelev 5.

Helge Ask. Roskilde


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This was the last in a quartet of outstanding museums I went to in Denmark, the others being at Trapholt, Moesgård and Egeskov Castle. I couldn’t pick a favourite.

Next time, I talk about Roskilde’s cathedral.

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More reading

My electronic library of shilling shockers and penny dreadfuls continues to grow. It’s nearly a year since my “Not so close readings” post. In that time, I have added at least 40 books to my Kindle reader.

Amazon is encouraging the process with its Kindle Daily Deal. This offers a different popular book each day at 99p, a charity shop price. I’m also still raiding campsite libraries for secondhand real books for that or less. Here are some of my discoveries — electronic and paper.

Nordic invasion

Scandinavian writers are becoming more popular, partly as a result of television adaptations and partly because of Stieg Larrson. I read his Millennium trilogy straight through and found the stories exciting but vicious. I’ve since forgotten the plot(s) and most of the characters. It’s Chinese restaurant writing.

More memorable are the Martin Beck books by Maj Sjöwall and the late Per Wahlöö. These are ‘police procedurals’, modelled on Ed McBain’s novels (see my previous article). Although written mostly in the 1960s and 70s, they describe some of the problems affecting Sweden (and other Scandinavian countries) today – immigration, racism, unfettered capitalism, destruction of heritage.

That might make these books sound gloomy but the social criticism is the background to a drolly entertaining series of stories. There’s a recent article about them and their authors here, in The Guardian.

Other Scandinavian writers worth reading (which means they have been sympathetically translated) include Jo Nesbø from Norway, Karin Fossum (ditto) and Håkan Nesser from Sweden.

The English, the English, the English are best!

So chorused Flanders and Swann, as wittily as always. That doesn’t seem to be the case when it comes to modern thriller writers. I thought I’d try some of the popular English detectives whenever I saw them secondhand. The experiment didn’t go well.

First was P.D. James’s The Private Patient, one of her Adam Dalgleish stories. I ran out of adjectives – it was tedious, predictable, stereotyped, over-​long, stagey, stodgy, smug, censorious, snobbish and patronising. I couldn’t stand it any more and stopped a quarter of the way through. This woman would be the perfect ‘writer in residence’ at The Daily Telegraph.

Next was one of Colin Dexter’s Inspector Morse tales (or, as we used to call the television character, Inspector Morose). Very dull; I can’t even remember the title. Soon back on the site’s shelves.

After that came Inspector Wexford, in Ruth Rendell’s Road Rage. Better written than the previous two but also plodding. Same destination.

I then read, on Kindle, Christopher Brookmyre’s Quite Ugly One Morning. What a contrast! Sharp, comic, angry, irreverent and anti-​establishment – every page worth reading.

Brookmyre’s cynical hero, Jack Parlabane, is an investigative journalist* with a talent for breaking and entering. Much of the dialogue is in pungent lowland Scots — think Ian Rankin with the brakes off.

*The first of those two words should be redundant but seldom is in these days of press release masseurs and politicians’ messenger boys.

Are the Scottish best, perhaps?

Possibly, except for the late Michael Dibdin’s Aurelio Zen series – English author; Italian hero. Zen is an occasionally venal Venetian policeman, who finds himself pitted against corrupt superiors as often as against criminals. Sometimes the two are in cahoots.

Each book in the series puts Zen in a different area of Italy, which Dibdin describes atmospherically. Part of the pleasure of these stylishly written and often funny books is keeping track of Zen’s moves in his game within the game. He doesn’t always win.

A trio of colonials

Finally, three American authors. C.J. Box has written a successful and continuing series about Joe Pickett. His is an unusual hero, in being a wildlife ranger (in Wyoming) and in being a faithful, sober and conscientious employee.

Box is obsessed with branding, but not of cattle. He goes into tedious detail about makes of clothing, cars and weaponry. It’s non-​visual product placement. Nevertheless, the plots are ingenious and Box is good on wide-​open spaces and the ethics of the (still wild) West.

I recently picked up an unconsidered trifle in the shape of Mute Witness. It’s the book from which the 1968 cult film, Bullitt, was made. The author is Robert L. Pike, a pen-​name of Robert L. Fish. (Working hard on the disguise, as you see.)

There are many differences from the film in locale, action and characters. Even the car chase is missing. Despite all these, the essentials of the plot remain and are told well. It’s good short detective yarn, well worth the 50p I spent on it.

By the way, if you watched the film, did you see how often in the car chase Bullitt’s rampaging, bellowing, tyre-​smoking Ford Mustang – also not in the book – overtook a slow-​moving green VW Beetle? I made it at least three times. There’s more about the film’s continuity errors here.

Finally, there is Greg Iles’s Dead Sleep. It’s pacy, gripping and preposterous. Good fun, in other words. I’ll try more of his work.

That’s it!

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