Scotch Eggs, cycling and Danish parental leave (together at last)

In which I share the stage with Denmark’s former PM and my son tries his first Scotch Egg...

After more than a decade in the land of Vikings and smørrebrød, I’ve packed up our lives and headed to the British countryside. Now I’m surrounded by boxes and half empty mugs, nursing hands slashed by cardboard (think ‘paper cuts for giants’) and a burn from a banana bread tin that hadn’t *quite* cooled before I manhandled it.

But I have had a break fro…