MossøJuly 29, 2018 in Denmark ⋅ ⛅ 21 °C
We can't believe the number of places you can wild camp near water in Denmark. Be it sea, lake or fjord, we've had the good fortune to stay at so many beautiful spots and today we are at another. Martha Motorhome us in a small grassy car park overlooking Mossø (Moss Lake); Denmark's third largest and the biggest in Jutland if you go by surface area. Like Madum Sø, where we stayed a few nights ago, it is a place of international importance to wildlife and home to White Tailed Eagles and Ospreys.
We set off this morning on the route Will had plotted to the LPG station. A motorway service area provided filling and emptying facilities but no recycling, so we begrudgingly used the general waste bin to dispose of the paper and cardboard that was overspilling our recycling box.
We don't travel very fast on the motorway, a solid 80kph saves fuel and lets us take in the sights. As a result many vehicles overtake us. We'd spotted a lot of Norwegian, Swedish and German vans, but what really turned our heads was an Icelandic one! There is a car ferry between Denmark and Iceland but it costs several thousand pounds, so not many people use it.
Turning off the motorway and on to a quiet country road we reached Mossø and found ourselves a spot for the night. It wasn't shaded but the cloud cover and last night's downpour meant we didn't roast. Before coming to Denmark Will had bought a national fishing licence. Upon arriving in Denmark he'd discovered that many places also require a local one and Mossø was one such place. Looking it up online, Vicky discovered it cost 100kr (£12) for a day. After umming and ahhing we decided to go for it. We would expect to pay at least this to stay in a Danish stellplatz, so it seemed a good contribution to make for our free overnight stay here.
We got the canoe down and Will soon paddled off out of sight. Vicky was in the mood for DIY so got stuck in replacing some of the gaffa tape on the roof bar padding, fixing the guage on the water tank and attempting to stop the slow leak in our hosepipe. Many vans, cars, motorbikes and bicycles came and went, but around 5pm things quietened down and Vicky walked to the narrow sandy shore for a swim. With impeccable timing the wanderer (or should we say paddler) returned. He'd had a great canoe and may even have spotted an osprey, although he couldn't be sure because he'd mistakenly taken the GoPro instead of the binoculars.
The bed of the lake was soft sand with patches of gloopy weed. The water was warm and the views magnificent, with the sun still silver on the water; its high trajectory just beginning to dip. Tall, leafy reeds grew close by, a patchwork of cut corn fields and green grass sat in the middle distance as we scanned to the right. Swathes of forest spread into the far distance, their details melting into the shape of the low hills, as our eyes migrated to the head of the lake that formed the horizon. It certainly set our self centric perspective against the context of how great nature really is.
It was blissfull floating on our backs looking up at the sky, it was a shame we had to be brought down to earth when Vicky cut the side of her foot on something sharp. It wasn't a bad cut but when Will waded back in to fetch some shoes for her, he found a discarded beer bottle. It was very disappointing this little bit of paradise had been tainted by some selfish person's actions.
Apart from this, we had a lovely quiet evening. The possibility of watching the sun set over Mossø was scuppered by the clouds, but the view was gorgeous anyway.Read more