Hornbæk beachSeptember 18 in Denmark
The sun warms our skin as the three of us sit on Hornbæk beach, on the Northwest corner of Zealand, looking out over the straights to Sweden.
As we left the region of Copenhagen, the sights slowly became more rural and increasingly pleasing to our eyes. Reaching the coast we pulled into a car park on the edge of a town called Elsinore for a bite of lunch. It was only as we were packing up that Will asked Vicky whether she wanted to go and take a photo of the Swedish mainland accross the water! With all the islands and fjords we've been passing she hadn't realised the landmass over the channel was Sweden; it was so close she could hardly believe it was even when she was standing there with the camera. Ferries go regularly between here and the Swedish port of Helsingborg. We ourselves returned from our tour of Sweden and Norway via this route almost exactly a year ago.
From Elsinore we travelled north, passing a flurry of cute beach cabins, just big enough for two people to sit, their vertical wooden wall planks striped white and bright red, blue or green. Open beaches were interspersed with deciduous woodland plantations and there were so many parking areas signed in these that we lost count. Ours was a long clearing backed by trees and separated from the soft sand beach by low dunes covered in shrub roses, still sporting the odd fragrent, cerise petalled flower.
Poppy loves to sunbathe and now September is here and the rays have lost some of their summer intensity, we felt it was safe for her to lie on the sand in the gentle breeze until she was too tired to do it any more. Vicky sat with her and knitted while Will swam. There were a handful of other visitors enjoying the fine day, walking their dogs, taking a dip or simply soaking up the Vitamin D. The water is losing its heat now so Will wore his short wetsuit when he went out snorkelling. He discovered some amazing nature below the waves, passing through a misty patch that he initially thought was algae, only to realise it was a shoal of thousands of tiny fish. Long green weeds waved in the current and he found several starfish and the odd crab alongside small groups of larger fish. From the shore Vicky was vaguely aware of a fluorescent orange float bobbing around. It eventually bobbed to land attached to a neoprene clad diver holding a spear gun! We are still shocked to see such weapons weilded in public, but they seem to be increasingly common, on the continent at least.
By the end of the day 4 other vans had arrived, all of them smaller than Martha. They parked directly in front of the access point to the beach and opened their back doors taking out chairs, tables and bbqs, despite the no camping sign. People in cars needed to park further away and weave past these vans to get to the sand. Perhaps we are overly cautious but we will always try to make sure we don't park in other people's way and respect the prohibition signs, just grateful for the opportunity to park overnight. There are many places, especially in the UK where this has been banned and we tend to think that it is for this reason.Read more