Sonntag, 29. Juni 2014

Windmill vs. Wind Turbine



Single, three-bladed windmill. On-shore.
My wife´s English is excellent. My language skills are certainly not among my strengths. I practised my English in a business environment, and my vocabulary is limited to business terms. We often use our different and sometimes conflicting abilities to complement each other and create our personal ‘fusion’. In this case my wife is the critical editor for my blog and helps me to make up for my writing deficits.

Two-bladed windmills in semi-synchronized arrangement.
We like to argue hard about words and meaning. Last case is ‘wind mill’ vs. ‘wind turbine’. From the Dutch coast onwards, the windmills of modern times accompany us along our drive. In the beginning we hardly notice them. Silently with slowly rotating blades, they watch us passing. 


Later on they try harder to catch our attention. Not as a single windmill but in groups, sometimes their blades rotate with the same speed and the same angle, just like ballet dancers. The next time more than 20 of them line up like the soldiers of a modern version of the terracotta army. Another time less disciplined, still in a straight row but with different colours. Typically they have 3 rotor blades. However, there is also an ethnic minority with two blades only.

The most impressive encounter was on a misty day when the towers of the silent giants were visible and only the tip of the lowest rotor blade cut through the clouds.

Military-style line-up of windmills. You can feel the discipline in the group.
When seeing such a giant from afar it looks gigantic but it is hard to estimate the actual size. When we passed trucks that were transporting rotor blades  we got a much better impression on their lengths. We estimated them about 30m. Curious as always I looked it up in Wikepedia. Modern rotor blades have a length between 65m (on-shore) and 85m (off-shore). Quite impressive.

I still like to call them ‘windmills’. Having grown up close to the Dutch border I still have memories of the old versions that were used for milling grain. I see the modern giants as their descendants that help us to harvest energy.

My wife does not agree with my view. For her milling requires grains or beans that are transformed into powder. The modern version of the windmill just rotates a turbine that produces electricity. Therefore, her verdict is clear: ‘wind turbine’.

Though I am the engineer in the family it seems that this time it is I who stick to a romantic view of a machine that mills the wind.

Dienstag, 24. Juni 2014

Early afternoon murder mystery on the Øresund Bridge



From afar the majestic towers of the bridge attract our attention.
My wife and I love murder mysteries. Being raised in Germany I favour ‘Tatort’ and recently as an afterglow of my past the regionally focused series of ‘Rosenheim Cops’ and ‘Held’. The later one is located in Bochum where I grew up.

My wife prefers the English shows like ‘Lewis’ or ‘Midsommer Murders’, or bloodier shows like ‘Wire in the Blood’. Swedish crime movies are topping all of them. Today we want to visit a crime scene in ‘Bron/Broen’ (‘The Bridge’). The story is about a body found on the bridge between Denmark and Sweden, right on the border. Danish and Swedish detectives have to share jurisdiction and work together to find the killer. Therefore, they need to cross daily the bridge between Denmark and Sweden. We want to do the same and probably find new evidence to convict the murderer.

Excited passengers crossing the bridge.
Denmark consists of the peninsula and many small and large islands. Most of them are connected with bridges. The largest one is the one that connects Copenhagen with Malmö since 2000.

It is an impressive approach. We could see the bridge towers from afar contrasting the sunny blue sky and white clouds. Our mascots especially are excited. Located on the dashboard they are jumping up and down in the rhythm of Ronda’s loudly roaring engine. It is hard work to push the 6 tonnes up the bridge. 

Driving Ronda is a lot of fun.
JY is monitoring the road to find any evidence from the murder case. When she discovers a few weird objects and asks me to stop the car, a road sign saying “No standing at any time” is just in front of us.

Disappointed I accelerate again enjoying the ride and watching the ships and sailing boats on the sea under us and the windmills in the fuzzy distance.

Soon we face reality again. Large sign boards with the magic ‘98€’ asks us to get money on the table.
Windmills along the bridge impress with their slow rotation.The giant size dwarf most of the boats next to them.

Samstag, 21. Juni 2014

Yes, we do sight-seeing

Historical houses encircle the cathedral.
After nearly 3 weeks on the road we finally have our first sightseeing tour. We choose Ribe the oldest Danish town to explore Danish culture and architecture.

Ribe is located near the East coast, was founded in the 8th century, and with about 9,000 inhabitants it is the size of Cham. As you can see we try hard to grow our sight-seeing skills, but we are not yet confident enough to go for a large city like Copenhagen. 


Danish ducks in Dutch clogs
We approach the city from a main road and find immediately a no-charge car park that also accepts our little Ronda. The historical centre is nicely decorated and of course a pedestrian zone with cobble stone pavement and lots of craft shops and restaurants. However, there are still many roads with hardly any visitor. We enjoy the quiet moments and try to capture some of the atmosphere with our photos.
 
Glance through the iron entrance onto an inviting terrace.
At the end we stop at a fish monger and try some of the delicious stuff from the catch of the day.

 I hope you haven’t expected me to copy the Wikipedia entry for Ribe. We like to feel a place, and skip the many words of tour guides.

Local people enjoy gardening and decorating their ancient houses.