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  • Day808

    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 in Denmark

    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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  • Day806

    Most Southerly Point in Denmark!

    September 10 in Denmark

    The three of us are perched on top of the clay cliffs at Gedser Odde on Falster Island. The pointed peninsula is the most southerly place in Denmark and we have panoramic views of the sea. Scandlines ferries, sailing from Rostock, occasionally power past, on their way to dock at Gedser a few kilometres to the north west of us. Close by the red and white Gedser Fyr (lighthouse) stands guard, ready to warn vessels of their proximity to this finger of land.

    We left the friendly Lolland Island marina where we'd spent two restful days and stopped in at a large Fotex supermarket. We really appreciate the range of organic products available in Danish supermarkets and we stocked up. Interestingly the receipt grouped the items under their product types rather than the order in which they came. Soon afterwards we crossed over the straights between Lolland and Falster Island, via the 1km long bridge at Nykøbing and headed south. Gedser
    mainstreet was lined with poles proudly flying the red and white Danish flags, ensuring those who arrived on the ferry from Rostock knew in no uncertain terms that this was no longer Germany.

    Our quiet overnight car park had a set of wooden steps leading down to a stoney beach where battered wooden groynes did their best to preserve the shoreline. A sign told us the building a few hundred metres away was a bird station and we were keen to explore, but Vicky was having a bad health day health so Will stayed and looked after her. As has often been the case, Martha proved herself a great 'bird station' when a Sparrowhawk used the stairpost as a perch and we were able to observe it from just 15m away! Will also managed to spot a seal poking its head out from the waves! Despite the uninviting overcast skies he couldn't resist following in its err... flippersteps? and going for an evening dip. We were at the most southerly point in the country after all!

    Offshore we could see the same wind farm as we'd had sight of from Stubberup Harbour on the previous two nights. From our new position we got to view the setting sun colour the sky behind the turbines come dusk. Night time brought wind and rain but the latter was intermittent and in the morning we nipped out between the spells to explore the bird station and very tip of the peninsula. With schools back in full swing and the weather driving many indoors, it was just the two of us most of the time. Buried in the grass alongside the path leading to the point, we found a dozen or so tiles decorated by children with images of local wildlife such as seals and Eider ducks. Approaching the building we saw coordinates on the wall in large white letters, reminding us of last year's journey to the Arctic Circle and the most northerly point in mainland Europe, where we frequently saw the latitude of these significant spots. We couldn't resist a photo! The centre itself displayed boards with information on the windfarm and local wildlife. It told us there were 162 turbines, but of course Will already new this. If you put a mathematician in sight of such an array for 3 days what else do you expect them to do but count? Interestingly the display showed an image of the flight paths of tracked birds and how they interacted with the windfarm. Many skirted its perimeter but it seemed a considerable number plotted a straight course between the rows.

    We made our way down to the beach and clambered out on an uneven stone jetty, taking this to be the most southerly point (we may well have been mistaken but it provided a good focal point). To the east a number of rocks stood proud of the waves. Cormorants roosted on two, while Eider Ducks occupied a low platform that they could easily hop up and down from.

    We made it back to Martha just as the rain began, so quickly packed up and set off to find our next adventure.
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  • Day816

    A gravel path drops down to an artificial lake with a couple of tree clad islands and a long wooden pier. Our windscreen view looks out upon it from the open, grassy Himmelsøen car park, not far from Roskilde. Himmelsøen roughly translates as 'sky lake' and from our elevated position we can see where the name came from.

    We've driven the short distance from Roskilde's Viking Ship Museum where we have had a truly great day! The museum site is small and mostly open air, situated at the head of Roskilde Fjord. The chance of sailing a traditional boat initially lured us in, but with the winds from Storm Ali heading our way and knowing this activity would close for the season in 10 days, we hardly dared to hope that it would be running today. As luck would have it the kiosk attendant confirmed that the first of three planned outings was going ahead so we eagerly paid our entrance fee of £16 each and booked up for an additional £14 each.

    The site was very hands on, with a large longboat called the Sea Stallion moored at the dock that you could climb into and explore. There were perhaps 20 or so smaller vessels bobbing in the harbour, that had been made on-site, with information boards displaying their credentials. Vicky managed to video call her Dad who loves this sort of thing and we explored together for a little while until it was time to get our waterproof jackets for the boat trip.

    The captain met us and 11 others at the prearranged point and directed us into the the boat shed for a brief introduction and demonstration of how to use the buoyancy aids. We all trooped down to the jetty where we boarded Bjornfjord; a 10.2m x 2.6m shallow draught sailing boat with a 25 sq. m sail. Our captain showed the group how to sit, put the oars into place and went through what different instructions meant, before we boarded and rowed out of the harbour. There were 12 rowers and it was quite difficult for everyone to keep in time, even when the captain assigned one person at the front to set the pace. As well as the timing of the strokes, the length made a difference and plenty of people got the long, narrow wooden oars tangled along the way. With our experience canoeing we felt we both did ok.

    Once clear of the harbour and in the open fjord we took the oars in and the captain hoisted the sail, giving Will the job of guiding the heavy wooden boom from which it hung. Two of the group were put in charge of hauling the sheets that moved the sail from one side to the other and we began gliding along under wind power. The boat was very stable, only tilting when the stronger gusts filled the sails. After an aborted tack, but successful gybe, we headed back towards the harbour, where we once again got to row her. We were on the boat for more than 30 minutes but the time seemed to fly by. We both really enjoy sailing and to be able to crew a traditional boat for a trip out on the fjord was an amazing experience.

    You can watch a video of our experience on the VnW Travels YouTube channel:

    Following a quick check on Poppy, we joined a guided tour of the boatbuilder's yard. Our guide introduced himself as Silas and began by showing us the traditional boat that was being made for fjord trips, explaining the techniques and materials used, how long it took and that one of the reasons they were doing it was to keep the skills alive. This boat was made by sight; the project headed up by a master builder who didn't use drawings or models. Outside he showed us a Viking ship they were recreating based on the remains of one that had been found. This was taking a lot longer because they were building it similarly to how the Vikings would have. Instead of getting wood precut from the sawmill, they chopped and planed planks by hand from the tree trunks we could see around us. They had previously made a replica using iron rivets forged by the blacksmith on-site, but this stood as a display on land because the iron rivets split the wood after being exposed to sea water.

    Other displays at the museum included Lime bast (the inner bark of Lime trees), hanging and drying in order to make rope. A woodworker carved a figurehead and a collection of ropes made from an astonishing array of different materials, from seal hide to hazel wood, lay curled for you to pick up and feel.

    There was enough to keep us occupied for the whole day but we were beginning to tire so wandered over to the building that displayed 5 original Viking ships. The museum had created metal skeletons onto which the ancient wood was layed, to give us an idea of how the boats were initially constructed. The building also housed a 'Climb on Board' exhibition comprising of a room with two ships, complete with sails and treasure chests. Clothes were hung at the entrance and you could dress up, board the vessels and pretend to be a Viking as sound effects and visual projections of the sky and sea helped your imagination along the way!

    We probably wouldn't have visited Roskilde's Viking Ship Museum had it not been for the chance to sail the traditional boat, but we ended up enjoying so much more than this and we needed to drag ourselves away in the end!

    Thankfully the parking at Himmelsøen wasn't far. Vicky had a rest while Will took his fishing gear to the lake and got talking to someone from Devon who'd lived here 23 years. They told him the lake had only been built in the last 5 years, mainly as an attraction for the huge music festival held here every year. There was even a 'horse bathing' area provided!
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  • Day819

    Tystrup Sø

    September 23 in Denmark

    We once more find ourselves in a woodland clearing with various paths leading off to a lake. Although the land isn't particularly hilly, both yesterday's and today's lakes require a descent to reach them, unlike so many of the Danish waters we've explored this summer.

    With the weather turning colder we've been using the van's central heating; something which puts a major drain on the leisure batteries. Will had found an official motorhome stopover in nearby Ringsted, offering free electricity, so this morning we made a beeline for this and hooked up, attaching our portable powerpack, laptop and phones to the van's sockets before setting off to the supermarket on foot with a couple of rucksacks. By the time we'd returned and had lunch the battery level was looking a lot healthier!

    We have limited space for rubbish in the van and this is part of the reason we always try to buy the supermarket items with least packaging. Lately we've been removing the unnecessary packaging as we unload our food into the van and disposing of it in the nearest bin, preferably in the supermarket car park. Today we did an experiment to see just how much packaging there was and you can see the result in the photo. The items we bought were a substantial part of our weekly supply but we are likely to need another two smaller shops in the week. The wrapping we threw away, much of it non-recyclable plastic, overspilled our little bin and we were pleased to be able to dispose of it straight away.

    Next on the list of jobs was to do a little washing and fill and empty the water tanks and toilet at van services off the motorway. After this we were done with the chores and free to drive to the lovely car park at Tystrup Sø and chill out. Vicky edited photos in the van while Will headed down to the lake with his rods. Much of the shore was fringed with reeds but there was a sandy beach backed by a large patch of lush green grass with picnic tables and fire grills. It is coming towards the end of our Danish adventure now and we feel we are really going to miss all these wonderful places and facilities!
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  • Day810

    Stevns Naturcentre, Zealand

    September 14 in Denmark

    Beside us is a wildflower meadow. Its late summer colours are muted but there is still an attractive mix of yellows and mauves amongst the tall green grasses. Our eyes are trained on a hovering Sparrowhawk, its eyes fixed intently on some unsuspecting prey 10m beneath it. We are in an end of road parking area at Stevns Klint on the East coast of the island of Zealand.

    This morning we set off from our beach stop on Møn, Vicky's neck a little stiff from stargazing. We travelled back over the causeways to Bogø and Farø islands, before taking the North Farø Bridge to Zealand, Denmark's largest and most densely populated island and home to the capital. We planned to visit Copenhagen at the weekend so covered a decent distance up the east side. Arriving at Stevns Klint via a single track country lane, Will went out to explore while Vicky got the van set up for a cuppa. Klint is Danish for cliff and the area is part of a 17km stretch of white chalk cliffs. It has been designated a UNESCO World Heritage site and is well known for its geological significance. There was a small visitor centre but this had shut for the season.

    At any one time of the day there were a dozen or so twitchers gathered on the wooden observation tower and at various points along the cliff, their long camera lenses and scopes trained on birds of prey. We read that Peregrine Falcons had recently returned to the area and nested on the cliff face.

    We love the way this country encourages people to get out into nature and and the free camp area and shelter here were well used; a large group of teenagers on hire bikes arriving in the late afternoon and setting up to stay the night. There was a small amount of noise but they left the area spotless when they departed the following morning, vacating it for a few families with young children to move in, unpacking bottles of pop, beer and packs of burgers from their boot.

    We spent the afternoon looking into getting Will's passport renewed and taking a portrait photo for it. You can submit the application online but the government requires you to send in your old passport before issuing a new one. We will need to be in the UK to do this, leaving enough time for the new one to arrive before we cross over the channel to continue our travels.

    The following day we waited until mid afternoon before leaving for Copenhagen because Will had found city parking that was free afer 5pm on a Saturday. We enjoyed a walk along the cliffedge, looking down to the stones and fallen chunks of chalk 40m below. They weren't as tall as the ones we'd recently visited at Møns Klint but they were still impressive.
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  • Day807

    Farø Island

    September 11 in Denmark

    Farø is the third Danish island we've visited in as many days and by far the smallest with an area of less than 1km sq. and a population of only 5 people! It is however well connected. The E55 links it via the Farø bridges to both the island of Falster, where we woke up this morning and Zealand, the largest of Denmark's islands and home to its capital city. To the south east, Farø is joined via causeway to a third island, Bogø, which is where we intend to travel tomorrow.

    The day was rainy and windy when we woke and this is the way it stayed. We filled and emptied Martha Motorhome at a transport centre then took the south Farø cable bridge over the Storstrømmen Sound to tiny Farø. With a span of 290m the bridge was longer than the island was wide! It may have been small but our island of choice for the night hosted a good sized parking area where we could see half a dozen other vans and lines of lorries. Vicky wasn't feeling up to exploring so we parked up with a view of the bridge and she snuggled up with her throw, a hot water bottle and a nice big cuppa and that's how we spent the rest of the day.
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  • Day817

    Vrangeskov, Haraldsted Sø

    September 21 in Denmark

    Vicky has officially become a fishing widow. Not even the frequent downpours can keep Will away from Haraldsted Sø, the long lake we are parked near. We've settled ourselves in a forest clearing. The dark green Beech leaves that surround us are shiny from the rain and in constant motion from the strong, gusty winds. A thatched longhouse with a red timber frame, white rendered walls and blue door and window frames sits at the edge of the car park. We believe it is some sort of activity or education centre but it remains empty for the two days are there.

    There are plenty of walks through the forest and a few people have chosen to set up a tent and make camp. We are grateful for our central heating and warm water as the temperature has taken a downward turn.
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  • Day815


    September 19 in Denmark

    Roskilde Fjord cuts a long gash from the north shore of Zealand towards its core. It is around and across this body of water that today's travels have focused. We are parked up beside the free campground at Salvadparken surrounded by green grass where Poppy can wander off lead to her heart's content. The wooden shelter, table and firepit is a short walk from tall reeds that mark the waterline and access to the fjord.

    This morning we plotted a course for the M/S Columbus; a small car ferry that bridges the gap at the mouth of Roskilde Fjord between Sølager and Kulhuse. There are bridges further south but we enjoy travelling via boat and saw this as a way to give back a little to the country that has offered us so many wonderful facilities and overnight spots for free. Pulling up in the small gravel car park at the end of the road we paused to read the info board that displayed the list of prices, times and season dates. The Columbus didn't sail at set times, instead it travelled to whichever shore signalled for it via a fluorescent metal square on a pole that could be rotated to face to the water when needed. A simple system that worked well and was fun for us to use! While we waited we chatted with some friendly locals who were litter picking. They said that the ferry would stop in a few weeks for winter and that there wasn't much call for it then anyway. The opposite shore was mainly holiday cottages whose visitors stayed home when the weather turned cold. They described the flat landscape covered in snow with only the spires of churches standing out against the white plains.

    In what seemed like no time at all the Columbus was docking and the tractor and car it was carrying were disembarking. Parking as directed on the windward side, we hopped out and payed our £22 via card to the conductor. She confirmed we could climb the open stairs to the bridge where we said hello to the captain and took in views of the fjord. In 8 minutes the fun was over and we drove into Kulhuse harbour. There was a car park we could have stayed in, but it was right next to a few fast food eateries so we set off in search of somewhere quieter. In contrast to the eastern shore there were relatively few parking areas and the roadsides were lined with signs warning of a military zone. A roadside picnic area looked appealing and we stopped for lunch. It was an alright spot until the sound of shooting started up. The firing was close and persistent so we looked on Park4Night for somewhere better, again.

    Salvadparken fitted the bill, with only a distant sound of car engines and the occasional squawk of a pheasant. Will took the canoe for a paddle then fished, while Vicky began planning our visit back to the UK over Christmas. Time really does seem to be flying by but we are having a lot of fun!
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  • Day335

    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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You might also know this place by the following names:

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