Jens Olsen was a locksmith who turned clockmaker and designed the famous “World Clock” that lives in Copenhagen Town Hall. Jens was there for the start of the clocks construction but died ten years before it was finished, not surprising when you consider the clock has twelve separate clock movements working in unison and there are a total 15,448 parts in the clock, the fastest gear revolves once every ten seconds and the slowest once every 25,753 years.

Now this is all very well and good in theory but….. and before I go any further I should point out that I am no expert on clocks, it seems to me that the slow gear is going to take more than the calculated 25,753 years to do the single rotation. How so you ask, well I answer, we visited the clock today, marvellous piece of work that it is and I identified one simple flaw, when we visited at 11 am this morning the clock read 11.40am, worse yet it also read 16 December 2017. Most people seemed to think that the clock was just very slow to move but in fact if it moved any slower it would be running in reverse. It’s supposed to be wound up weekly so maybe the clock winder has gone on long service leave or lost the key, who knows there was no explanation such as… “Oh! um sorry about the clock not working we appreciate that you have come half way round the world to see this fantastic feat of astrological engineering but the clock winder’s dog ate the key and Jens didn’t make a spare, so how about a pastry instead….it’s Danish.”

Jen looking at Jens’ Clock.

Næste stop to use the local phrase was The Glyptotek (from the Greek glypto or carve and theke or storage place). The Danes really like sculptures they are everywhere.

Dragon

This one for Bec and James…. “Ed’s Heads”

The only thing the Danes seem to like more than statues is bicycles.

Metro Station.

Oh and Beer of course.

At Carlsberg with Carlsberg Umbrella, Blanket and Beer. Oh and thats Garry looking bemused.

By the way we are off to Scotland tomorrow so naturally it started to rain today, not that I want to be a wee crabbit. Must start practising the Scottish.