In a while the weather calmed down and we were able to get a little more sleep before dragging ourselves up for the main event of the weekend, Roskilde Airshow.
This meant getting a train from Copenhagen's main station. We barely made it, thanks first to Nick's urgent need to buy a comb, then to silvante and wardy's mysteriously vanishing between concourse and platform. When they arrived they explained they had been validating their tickets, which the rest of us had forgotten to do in the rush.
I decided that we were dashed well catching the 10:53, so inevitably a ticket inspector joined us two stops down the line. Fortunately he was very jolly and clipped our cards with no fuss.
It was raining heavily by the time we reached Roskilde and the promised airshow buses didn't seem to be around, so we had to wander round getting wet while we looked for suitable transport.
When we eventually found a bus driver who seemed willing to let us on board, Russet and Inso voiced their very sensible intention of heading back to Copenhagen rather than getting soaked on an airfield. The rest of us, more hardcore, made plans to hook up later and boarded the bus.
As we travelled through the Danish countryside, my phone rang. It was Russet, who'd thought of looking up the airshow on Inso's Kindle and discovered that it had been cancelled due to the bad weather.
Since Nick, Wardy and I were committed to our bus, we stayed on it till the airport. Here we found the gates open and we were able to wander around looking at the aircraft parked on the ground. The rain had stopped, too. So we salvaged something of our aviation weekend, at least.
Having made it back to civilisation we strolled through pleasant Roskilde, where I bought an excellent hatrack, and saw as much as you can see of the Viking Ship Museum without paying to go in.
The return leg of the train journey was much less eventful and our carriage luxurious. We timed it just right to find Inso and Russet under the chandelier at Copenhagen Central, and prowled off into the drizzle in search of Cafe Obelix.
A Danish, Asterix-themed bar might have been terrible, but it was lovely: charming decor, reasonably-priced food (Obelix Burgers all round!) and a friendly barmaid who was delighted when we requested snaps.
We finished the day much as we'd finished the previous one: chilling on deck.