Our Danish heritage didn’t mean much to us when we were younger. Occasional garbled calls from mum to Copenhagen were incomprehensible to us but for the odd familiar word or one of our names followed by raucous laughter.
Every Christmas, presents arrived from our Danish relatives containing terrifying sounding foods – pebernødder, marcipanbrod, remulade – and endless bottles of foul-smelling schnapps to wash down the pickled herring rollmops.
However, on subsequent visits to Copenhagen we discovered that being Danish wasn’t just about culinary eccentricities. Their effortless style, iconic design and classic, timeless fashion (remember Sarah Lund’s famous jumper?) are world renowned.
As are their tall blondes.