Early sunday breakfast

Breakfast is my absolute favourite meal - hence me referring to a breakfast experience, once again. I love them - the breakfasts. In all the shapes they come in. Rich, thin, coffee-filled, simple, healthy, short, long or just the ordinary weekday ones. Sunday breakfast though, is my favourite. The early kind in particular, with loads of time at hand.

For this one we had to take the boat to Denmark, get up really early, walk a kilometre with the fog sneaking in on us between harbour buildings, to end up sitting down on the top floor at a seaside town hotel.

It's the calmness maybe, and the silence, that is so appealing with the sunday breakfasts. At this hotel restaurant we ate sitting in chairs that were trendy in the eighties, listening to Katie Melua singing calmly from the loudspeakers (a strange combination; feeling the interior has taken you back a couple of decades while you at the same time are listening to temporary music).

Freshly brewed coffee accompanied dark, Danish ryebread with brie cheese and blackberry jam on top (ooh, heaven). The food was followed with some small talk about wind energy and outdated furniture, as we leaned back in our mint coloured wicker chairs and just enjoyed a couple of minutes - the feeling of sunday breakfast.