I never really got to know a lot about her, the old lady living up there under the roof in this tiny hut. Just saw her sometimes talking to herself, or maybe it was to the island and rocks, or the seagulls, as she crawled out of the small door, and down the stairs. Every morning she would go swimming and often collect things along the way
Small hut on Frederiksø
Watercolor and text by Frits Ahlefeldt

keywords: Ertholmene, Christiansoe, Christiansø, Baltic sea, architecture, buildings, art, akvarel, Denmark