A daytrip to the island of RømøJuly 5, 2018 in Denmark ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C
Our niece (who is also called Vicky) has been good enough to check the post and let us know that Vicky's next appointment in the UK is on 7th August. We now had a timescale to plan around and decided that 3 weeks was enough to explore the length of Jutland; Denmark's western peninsula. The large islands of Funen and Zealand, where the capital is, could wait until another month.
Last night we'd stayed within sight of the far smaller, but at 50 square miles, not insignificant island of Rømø, somewhere that is flagged up as a highlight of Southern Jutland. Wild camping is prohibited but we decided on a day visit and made our way over the 10km causeway. Like the mainland Rømø is very low lying and sandy. Mature pines helped guard against soil erosion and in pockets of the dune-like land nestled either idyllic looking cottages with thatch rooves or clapboard coated cabins painted in a smart dark grey. Although many of these appeared to be holiday rentals, some had honesty stalls selling products like honey, jam and stawberries (jordbær).
Parking up at Havneby, a harbour settlement on the southern tip, we managed to get a few groceries at a medium sized supermarket, paying by card because we didn't want to fork out for the transaction fee at the atm. The need to convert prices from kroner to pounds in our heads was an extra hurdle on top of the language barrier. We are so used to using euros that we don't usually have to think about conversions, with approximately 8 kroner to a pound, it wasn't an easy calculation for Vicky at least, although it helps to define Denmark as somewhere distinct in our minds.
Taking a stroll along the boardwalk towards the ferry port we passed some smart concrete holiday apartments on stilts. Veering off to visit the harbour we had a look at the large and well maintained fishing boats and the menu for a fish café, but in the end decided against paying 85kr (£10) for a crab sandwich.
Our next destination was Sønderstrand, whose name translates as daylight beach. As the narrow road crested the low dune, what seemed like the biggest beach ever, was revealed. Miles upon miles of fine pale sand stretched out to either side and the sea was a long way off. A troop of Icelandic Horses were making their way back up the beach, while to the left, land yachts zipped back and forth. It was the kite buggies' domain to the right and close to the dune, motorhomes were parked in an orderly fashion, many of which had their own wind powered rigs.
Parking in the small gravel car park to save any risk of getting stuck, we took Poppy down to the sand and let her off the lead. Maybe it was the other dog she saw or maybe she was feeling tired but she chose to turn around and toddle back to Martha Motorhome. Oh well... We had a little walk on our own and marvelled at how, without the normal frames of reference such as houses and trees, distances had become distorted. The flat Sønderstrand reached the horizon in both directions and sometimes, things that appeared far away were actually close and visa versa. Another strange optical illusion was the sight of a large ferry seemingly sailing over the sand, when in fact we knew it must be in the channel between Rømø and the nearby island of Sylt.
We enjoyed our time on Rømø and afterwards drove back over the causeway on route to Ribe, but that's a footprint for another day...Read more