Mariager Fjord, near HobroJuly 28 in Denmark
Fluffy white clouds provide intermittent shade but the forecast thunderstorm hasn't materialised. A gentle evening breeze blows, but the air is so warm it doesn't seem to be making much difference. Saying that, we all appear to be acclimatising to the hike in temperatures. We are sitting in our camp chairs in a grassy clearing on the shore of Mariager Fjord; a long wide estuary with the town of Hobro at its head a few kilometres away. Poppy has gone back indoors, she has enjoyed a paddle and a lay out on her mat, but tiredness has overtaken her and she needs her bed.
It was a long single track, gravel road with low hanging tree branches that scraped along the roof to get here, but it was well worth it. Several kayaks were docked on the shore when we arrived and their occupants were making use of the covered wooden picnic table in the edge of Hobro Skov; the forest that borders the shore. As soon as he could, Will went for a fish in our canoe, while Vicky feasted on slices of the watermelon that had been cooling in the fridge.
After lunch we both paddled downriver for an hour. Although we travelled with the flow of freshwater, the estuary was so vast and the sea such a long way away that the current wasn't noticeable. The wind and waves were the dominant forces and they were against us, giving our muscles a satisfyingly challenging workout. There were a dozen or so kayaks on the water, most looked like they were from a hire company we passed in town. The scenery reminded us a little of Lake Bala in Wales, with hills leading down to the water's edge, great swathes of them covered in dark leafy woodland. We docked in the lee of a small headland and climbed out onto the pebbly beach. At intermittent points along the shore we had seen picnic tables, benches and little huts for walkers or boaters to use. Here there was a pallet bench for Vicky to rest on while Will swam. The return journey was significantly faster with the wind and waves helping us along, which was just as well as Vicky's hand was beginning to blister! Nonetheless it was brilliant to get out in Little Green again. For one reason or another we'd not managed to do as much canoeing as we'd hoped so far this summer, therefore we were doubly appreciative of the opportunity.
Mid afternoon we were joined by two other vans and a large family who came to use the firepit and picnic area. Everyone was friendly but the kids and standard black poodle from one of the vans noisily ran amok. We'd given up hope of rain, but late evening brought flashes of lightening, ground moving rumbles of thunder and gloriously fat drops of rain that bounced off the fjord and saturated everything they touched. Like for so many people, it was the first proper rain we'd had in a long time and we were overjoyed to see it. The only slight downside was that when Vicky had climbed up on top of the van to fetch the canoe, she'd discovered the cap to our oven flue was missing, leaving a 6cm wide hole in the roof. We didn't cover it for fear of carbon monoxide poisoning, but we were left with a wet rug in the morning. It had probably been ripped off by low hanging branches, so before leaving we walked up the track to see if we could spot it, but to no avail. We'll have to see if we can buy another.Read more