You'd have thought we'd have realised about the weather after 20 hours of watching the TV show. But somehow the never-ending gloom and near-constant rain of The Killing seemed more an atmospheric effect than a warning that this might not be the most balmy of honeymoon spots. Which is how we came to be barbecuing under an umbrella, in our cagoules, on a Copenhagen campsite.

The cagoules feature in a lot of pictures from our August break. Our wedding present was an old VW campervan, and Scandinavia seemed the ideal place for her first run: not too hot, beautiful landscape and coast, lots of amazing homewares to ogle over, delicious pastries and an excellent supply of obsessed if slightly bungling detectives in nice knitwear.

This last consideration was the one that swung it. I have long been a fan of all things Scandi; my first trip abroad was to Denmark, to visit Legoland. But it was The Killing that convinced me it was time to go back. The show's Denmark seemed quite like Britain – expensive, grey, not one to make a massive fuss – only with rather more upsides.

And, largely, that is the case. We had four glorious days before the rain set in. We swam in perfect sparkling seas off the coast of Jutland and camped beside a lake on Funen. Even after the clouds had gathered over Copenhagen, at times the skies would clear suddenly, revealing the sun's rays as we wandered the city in search of beer, open sandwiches and delicious pear ice creams.

Copenhagen has another attraction for fans of Scandinavian crime fiction: it is a mere hop across the Oresund bridge from Ystad, home of Henning Mankell's Inspector Wallander and awe-inspiring Swedish coastline. The rain here was even worse: we got stuck in the mud in Malmö and had to be pulled out by a nice man with a tractor. So not the most romantic trip. But then who would be stupid enough to let Lund and Wallander – of all people! – plan their honeymoon? On second thoughts, don't answer that.