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  • Day1

    Die erste Nacht

    February 23 in Denmark ⋅ ⛅ 4 °C

    Noch sind wir auf der Fähre und planen den weitern Weg, die erste Aufgabe der Wikingertaufe in Ales Stenar haben wir soeben beschlossen zu überspringen, denn vor 18:00 wären wir nicht dort und Sonnenuntergang ist um 17:22, also entschließen wir uns lieber den Tag noch zu nutzen und weiter gen Norden zukommen.
    Die hoffentlich erste Unterkunft würde eben von mir über Airbnb angefragt und wenn es klappt fahren wir bis kurz hinter Kristianstad! Die Witterungsverhältnisse dürften zulassen weiter ohne Spikes unterwegs zu sein und falls nicht, dann tauschen wir Reifen in Kristianstad morgen früh!
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  • Day335

    Køge, Denmark, 11 months away today!

    May 27, 2017 in Denmark ⋅ ☀️ 18 °C

    It was Day 6 of our Swallow's flight from Slovenia to Sweden and there were 627km left to Gothenburg.

    It was also exactly 11 months since we left home. What a long way we've come, what a lot of sights we've seen. We feel the first few months away were far larger milestones. Even though we'd spent a lot of time in the van before moving in to it, we didn't know back then whether we could make living full time in it work for us. At 11 months we feel comfortable, confident anf very happy in our choice of lifestyle. We continue to feel incredibly privileged to have been able to make that choice.

    Today we soon reached the motorway. There were fewer renewable energy farms and the vegetation seemed markedly faded compared to that of lush Slovenia, despite it being a clear day. We crossed what seemed like a huge suspension bridge from the Danish mainland of Jutland, to the large island of Funen. We then came to the Storebælt (Great Belt) bridge. It rose to 65m above sea level and was 18km long, only touching down on land once on the small island of Sprogø in the channel between Funen and Denmark's largest island, Zealand.

    We knew it was a toll bridge but got a shock at the end when the price displayed was 745 Danish Kroner (about £95)! The toll booth assistant saw our shocked faces and asked what weight the van was. We needed to show the log book to prove it was under 3.5 tonnes but got the price down to 'only' 365DKK (about £45).

    We stopped at a motorway rest area and were able to fill with water this time. Our home for the night was the car park of a coastal Nature reserve north of Køge and south of Copenhagen. We enjoyed a wander through the wetlands and low dunes to the sandy beach. It was a hot weekend and there were lots of families and couples by the water. Vicky had planned a paddle but stopped short when she reached the water because of the stench of rotting weed. Will persevered and found clearer (and colder) water further out. He gave the underwater camera its first sub aqua experience and you can see the result in the photos!

    We'd driven 300km today.
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  • Day802

    Ravnsby& Dodekalitten, Lolland, Denmark!

    September 6, 2018 in Denmark ⋅ ☀️ 21 °C

    We've made it to Denmark! The northern shore of Lolland island to be precise. The pizza is in the oven and for a change we appreciate the heat radiating into the van. Rain rattles on the roof, running and dripping off the cab overhang onto the bonnet. We are in a small gravel car park whose large potholes are now filled with muddy grey water. It might not sound inviting but it really is rather cosy. Out of the windscreen we can see through a gap in the green reeds to a shallow bay dotted with more than a hundred swans, their impeccable white feathers making them stand out well against the steely grey waters.

    We set off in good time this morning because we had a ferry to catch. The 10km drive to the Scandlines ferry terminal at Puttgarden went smoothly and we arrived well ahead of our alloted departure.

    In July and August we spent over 6 weeks touring the Danish peninsula of Jutland and now plan to focus on its islands. We had the choice of driving up Jutland and crossing over the free bridge to Funen island before paying the €51 toll on the bridge to Zealand, the largest island and home of the capital Copenhagen. We chose the more direct route of sailing over the Fehmarn Belt from Puttgarden in northern Germany to Rødbyhavn on Lolland, Denmark. It set us back €115 but it saved us time and diesel. Also, if we left Zealand via the toll bridge, there would be no need to retrace our steps to the ferry port.

    It was grey and drizzly as we showed the attendant our booking reference number and they handed us the van ticket and our receipt. We could have just rocked up and payed for the crossing at the port but we'd saved €9 by booking online. Another piece of paper that was handed over was a coupon 'entitling' us to a packet of discounted cigarettes each to be 'consumed on board'. Vicky lost her Mum to lung cancer when she was young so as you can imagine, neither of us were impressed.

    We were one of the last to board and as we climbed the stairs from the car deck, the Prince Richard set sail. We headed straight for the outdoor area on the top deck, leaning over the railings and watching as we left the harbour. The rain had thankfully stopped and the air was warm so we stayed out for a little while. Will noticed one of the straps on a lifeboat was flapping free- not something that filled us with confidence! There was an announcement about how, because the ferry was a hybrid, the emissions had been reduced, but by the look of the plume emerging from the chimney, it still had a way to go.

    The inside was clean with the usual 'probably better than duty free' shop and eateries. To her suprise Vicky spotted a large dog settled by its owner; dogs aren't allowed off the car deck on ferries crossing the English channel. It would have been nice to have Poppy with us but there was no way she could have made the stairs and she was quite content in the van. We spent the rest of the crossing in the quiet panorama lounge whose padded, high backed seats were very comfy. The 45 minute journey was over before we knew it and we waited in line to have our passports checked and the van searched- a bit unusual considering we were within the Schengen Area

    For our first overnight stop we headed towards Lolland's north shore where there were some modern standing stones we thought might be interesting. The roads were quiet and the landscape gently rolling as we tootled along between farmers' fields and the occasional woodland. Following a single track road we arrived at the deserted Ravnsby car park and breathed a sigh of relief. It felt good to be back in this country. Because the parking area was small we shimmied on to a patch of grass at the edge. Unfortunately it was at an angle but we could put up with it for one night.

    The sky brightened as the sun came out in the afternoon and we set off on the tandem to Dodekalitten; the standing stones. There was some confusion over where they were. Maps.Me and the signposts pointed in one direction but Trip Advisor had them placed differently. After 2km we found that the latter was mistaken and began the 3.4km journey to where they actually were. Approaching on a track that alternated between grass and gravel we arrived at the six, 7-8m tall stones. The quiet but exposed grassy field in which they are set looks out over farmland to the sea. They are a modern art instillation in progress and as yet, only half of the granite blocks have been sourced, the plan being to create a ring of twelve. One sculptor has worked by hand to carve a head on three of the stones so far. Within the circle was a ring of upright logs with faces carved in their wood. We assume this is some temporary school project. Sitting on one of several smooth rocks we took in the place as a low murmuring rose up around us. There are speakers concealed in the rocks. They play a chant that grows to a beautiful wordless song. It reminded Will of some of Pink Floyd's more esoteric tracks. The music has been created especially for the circle, based on a people called the Lolers who communed through song and settled on Lolland a long time ago. There were a few other tourists there when we arrived but they drifted away and left just us, the stones and music on the undulating hillside. It felt peaceful and absorbing to lie back and watch the stoic stone faces, the breeze, gentle, as white clouds drift by on their background of blue.

    Our return journey goes no smoother than our outward one, as shortly after departing the chain came off the bike and got jammed behind the cogs. Will went to take the back wheel off, only to find the replacement dog bone spanner we bought isn't large enough for the nut. He eventually got it sorted just before two other cyclists offer help. Our spirits were lifted yet again as we cycled by an honesty stall at the end of someone's drive. We've seen loads of these in Denmark but rarely had the time to think and space to pull over as we zoom by in Martha Motorhome. The bike affords us this time and it is easy to stop on the side of the unbusy country lane. Wooden shelves display brown paper bags of beans, onions and a box of spicy looking red chilli peppers. On the ground are rich orange pumpkins and small marrows. Everything has a suggested price written on it in black marker pen. We take our pick and deposit 21kr in the slotted money tin, feeling happy that we finally got to make use of a stall.

    The next day we spend half an hour exploring Ravnsborg Volsted, the remains of a 1330s castle on a 18m high mound next to our car park. Most of the stones are covered with earth, grasses and red berried hawthorns and we don't find the site particularly interesting, but the elevation affords us some good views of the coastline.
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  • Day808

    Island hopping Farø, Bogø, Møn and Njord

    September 12, 2018 in Denmark ⋅ ☁️ 15 °C

    Who knew there were so many islands to explore in such a small area of Denmark? We are finally settled near Mosehældgård woodland shelter on Møn, our fourth island of the day, and we have company. A young grey and white cat is climbing over the bonnet and wing mirrors mewing loudly. She came bounding up when we arrived at this gravel and grass parking area and immediately made friends with Will, bounding through the long grass alongside him as he went to check out the camping area with its wooden sleeping hut, compost toilet, picnic tables and stone campfire circles. Vicky fed her some of Poppy's food and treats, much to our beloved dog's displeasure.

    We started off the day on tiny Farø island and were pleased to note that after yesterday's ghastly grey weather, the skies had begun to look brighter. A well built up causeway took us over to Bogø island and soon after, another bridged the sea to Møn; a larger island with acres of green, gently rolling fields.

    Møn had come highly recommended, both by the guidebook and by locals we'd talked to on a neighbouring island. From its long list of attractions we'd picked out a couple to visit, the first of which was Klekkende Høj, a 5000 year old burial mound. Driving down a single track country lane we parked on a small gravel area before following a 300m long path worn into the mud through the middle of a brassica field. Ahead of us rose a grassy dimple, reaching about 6m above field level. Two bare earth tunnels approximately 1m high, with stone slabs lining the walls and roof provided entry to the centre of the mound and a small information board stood discretely to the side, as seems to be the way with many Danish sites of interest. The south tunnel was blocked at the far end so we both got on our hands and knees and entered the north tunnel, Vicky leading the way. All of a sudden Will felt something prodding him from behind, he twisted his head round and thought for a second that Poppy had followed us, but no, he found himself face to face with a German Shepherd! Luckily it was friendly and soon went on its way! After about 10m we emerged into a small chamber about 1.5m high where, between two large slabs through a glass pane, we could see another chamber. Piles of bones, that looked like a mix of human and other animals lay amongst earthenware pottery containers and a complete human skeleton sat up against the far corner, wearing a hat and furs. We generally have little interest in museums, but viewing historical ways of life in situe holds value for us and we really enjoyed the hands on experience of crawling through the dark tunnel to take a peak at the past.

    Continuing to Møn's north coast, we passed through Ulvshale village; pretty strips of pale yellow sand backed by maram grass and a string of 'cute as can be' beach houses, many of them made of wooden board painted in an attractive mix of colours. Each compound had hedges or rustic looking fences marking out their own little gardens.

    From Møn we hopped over to Nyord Island via a single lane causeway controlled by traffic lights. The marshlands we could see as we crossed are classified as a Ramsar Site and protected because of their importance to geese, ducks and other wading birds. At 5 sq km Njord is more than five times larger than Farø, where we had set off from that morning, but like Farø, it could hardly be classed as a big island. Much of it is salt meadow and we passed hardy looking black or brown cattle grazing happily on this. In winter the meadows are flooded, reducing the island to a fifth of its summer area. One of the reasons we wanted to visit was because Njord is certified as one of twenty official International Dark Sky Communities and one of the best places in Denmark for stargazing. Unfortunately the cloud cover wasn't set to lift anytime soon so we didn't stop overnight.

    Back over the causeway to Møn we drove a short distance to Mosehældgård free camping area and pulled into the woodland clearing. Although we'd stayed at several of these shelters over the summer the hot weather had meant most had signs prohibiting campfires. Well, with the amount of rain that had fallen since, there was no problem here and Will built and lit a fire for us to sit round while he played guitar. A kitten had joined the young cat and we sat with the warmth of the flames watching its boundless energy. It jumped here there and everywhere, swatting the insects it disturbed from the long grass and crunching them up if it caught them. Although the forecast had been cloudy, as evening drew on the sky cleared a little and the brightest of the stars shone through.

    The night chilled to 10°C so the heating was called for when we got up the following morning. Dew lay heavy on the grass as Vicky went for an early walk along part of the Camono; a trail that extends 175 km over Denmark's southern islands. Our last act before we left was to take a peak at the hornet's nest in the 7ft 'bug house'. At around 2.5cm long the flying insects were so much larger than we are used to and we didn't hang around too long! Hornets are becoming an increasingly common sight here in Denmark as the climate warms.
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  • Day809

    Møns Klint and Hvide Klint beach

    September 13, 2018 in Denmark ⋅ ☀️ 17 °C

    At the end of a single track road we've squeezed Martha into the corner of a car park that's only just wide enough to do a three point turn. With fields to either side and only the reeds separating us from a beautiful crescent beach ahead, we are pretty chuffed with this overnight spot at Hvide Klint.

    This morning we woke to brilliant blue skies and after Vicky gave Will's hair a trim we set off back towards Ulvshale, the pretty beach village we'd passed through yesterday. Will enjoyed a refreshing dip in the clear waters and we were away, on to our next destination, Møns Klint; the highest cliffs in Denmark. To access the site we drove along a dirt track in Beech forest. We didn't meet a single vehicle on this road but there were 50 or so stationed in the car park beyond the raising barrier at the end. Thank goodness we came off-season because it meant we were easily able to find a spot. The parking ticket covered the whole day, allowing us to grab some lunch in the van without worrying about 'getting our money's worth' from the £4 fee.

    Making sure Poppy was comfortable we hopped out and skirted the perimeter of the Geocentre building. It provided info and exhibits about the cliffs, but we were more interested in seeing the real things so we checked the map on a display board and decided on a round trip along the cliff top, down to and along the beach and back up to the van. People hummed around the centre but we left them behind as soon as we entered the Beech woodland walk. These mature trees covered the cliff top and their trunks and branches framed small glimpses of the famous chalk cliffs with vibrantly turquoise waters lapping at their feet. Most of the path was fenced off from the edge and at certain angles it was abundantly clear why. Tree roots were the only thing supporting the ground as it had been seriously undercut, leaving a deceptive overhang that couldn't be detected from above. After just over 1km we came to the steep wooden steps leading down to the shore, approximately 120m below. Will's knees and the tendons in his feet are prone to problems, as are Vicky's hips, so we took it easy. Even so, Vicky found her legs were shaking when we finally stepped out onto the grey stones covering the beach.

    Møns Klint are Denmark's equivalent of the white cliffs of Dover. While England's cliffs stretch further, they rise to a height of 110m whereas Møns reach just a little higher at 128m; no wonder Vicky's legs were protesting! From the narrow shore, the towering chalk formations really were stunning, especially when the sun highlighted their bright white faces. As we walked northwards we noticed dark flint stones tracing diagonal lines in the face. The chalk consists of crushed shells from microscopic creatures that lived on the sea bed over 70 million years ago. The shells were compacted and pushed upwards by glaciers to form hills and emerged as cliffs when the ice melted 11,000 years ago. The sea and other elements are taking their toll on the soft limestone and the remnants of landslides lay for us to walk over. It certainly wasn't the sort of place you'd feel safe returning to on a stormy day!

    Approaching the steps that led back up to the car park there were a few groups, families and couples milling around taking in the views. It was then we saw a little seal just 5m out in the shallows, sunning itself on a submerged rock. What a way to end our time on the beach! Surprisingly the climb back up the cliffside wasn't as difficult as we'd imagined, but we still treated ourselves to some ice cream when we got back to the van!

    We'd paid our parking fee using a credit card at the ticket machine and the scanning software recognised this as it registered our number plate, opening the barrier for us to pass through without the need for us to stop and feed the ticket in. We couldn't help but think that if the car park on a little island could master this technology, surely the Scandlines ferry company could dispense with the need for us to show our booking number, as we'd had to when crossed!

    It wasn't too long a drive to our overnight beach parking and despite having had dip earlier in the day, Will took to the sea once again, making the most of the late summer.

    We had a treat in store when the sun set. The blue sky day carried over into a clear night sky and the stars were magnificent. We hadn't previously realised that Møn was an International Dark Sky Community along with Njord Island but could well believe it. At just after 2am we woke and went outside to gaze into the atmosphere. From our position on the beach the landscape around us was flat with very few trees. The stars reached so low to the horizon and the Milky Way stretched accross the twinkling blackness. Will went back in after a while but Vicky stayed out for nearly 2 hours playing with the cameras and lying back on the sand staring up at space and time, quietly blowing her mind with the enormity and beauty of our universe. She eventually got brought back to earth when the cool night caused her to start shivering and a sandflee jumped onto her throat. It was time to go in, snuggle up to her living hot water bottle and get some shut eye!
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