At Denmark's northernmost tip, artists mingle with fishermen in a place of wide-angled beauty beneath cinemascope skies. Harry Pearson joins the smart set discovering these epic shores. Photographs by Hans Zeegers.
Sitting in the shade of a pear tree in the garden of a house that once belonged to the Danish artists Anna and Michael Ancher, I feel very little compulsion to move. A fuzzy and contented calm has settled on the streets of Skagen, a fishing port in northern Jutland. Sozzled-sounding bees bumble about in the lindens; a grasshopper chirrups. On the pine table in front of me there's a second cup of coffee and a plate bearing the crumbs of aSkagenhorn, a sugar-crisped pastry filled with soft marzipan. To my left is the Anchers' former home: white wooden window frames set in rendered walls of red-brown, the colour of cocoa dusted on a toasted almond. Behind me, the Saxild House, painted in the characteristic ochre shade of the region, its orange pantiles edged out with pale plaster, giving the impression that the roof is held together with icing sugar. In front, a white picket fence beyond which Danish women with hair the colour of wheat swish past on bicycles.
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