Oddesundbroen Day 1July 14 in Denmark
We are within sight of the low, grey, triple arched Oddensund road and rail bridge. It occasionally stops traffic and raises the section closest to us in order to let a cargo ship or more often a tall masted sail boat pass through. The Oddensund is one of a handful of bridges that cross the Limfjord, a shallow body of water that spans the breadth of Denmark, separating mainland Jutland from the large North Jutlandic Island where we are now parked.
At 14°C the day began a little cooler than we've been used to and the overcast sky even managed the lightest smattering of rain for a few seconds. Nothing near what it will take to refill the ponds that are running dry or rejuvenate the parched trees, some of whose leaves are curling crisply, turning brown and falling foul of the blustery winds who snap their stems and scatter them at the roadside.
As we crossed the Oddesundbroen and saw the open grassland we were about to pull on to, Vicky recognised it as another place we had stayed during our previous trip to Denmark. It looked a bit rough with some heavy machinery, piles of aggregate and a couple of WWII concrete bunkers. However, it was close to the water, had picnic tables a toilet, walks along the fjord and Poppy could wander off lead to her heart's content.
After a warming cuppa (we'd actually had the heating on when driving!) Vicky had a browse on Trip Advisor, which showed a grill house with decent reviews less than a kilometre away. We hadn't eaten out in Denmark yet so as it was approaching lunch time we set off on the scenic route, ducking under the bridge and skirting round the coastline on the stoney beach. Coming to a small harbour, various pieces of fishing paraphernalia lay stacked on the ground; nets, floats, concrete anchors and ropes. As well as the fishing industry, the marina catered for tourists, providing free bikes on loan and even a kitchen and room for you to sit and shelter from the wind.
The Oddesund Bistro had a counter like a takeaway, with a list of dishes and prices on a backlit board above it. Vicky spent some time deciphering the different options as we let people go ahead of us, but in the end ordered a husburger (house burger) for Will and fish for herself. She enjoyed speaking a little Danish but the friendly server took it as a given that they should speak English.
The conservatory that ran alongside the building provided a view of the Limfjord and a choice of tables covered in pink polka dot plastic tablecloths. For a simple roadside café the food was good, if a little over salted. On the way back we poked our heads inside one of the WWII bunkers near the van. There was movement and stange noises from the dark inside. Upon investigating further we found it was an art installation. In each room of the bunker was a large piece of sculpted iron mesh. To it was attached one or more moving lights and speakers. As the machines shone the light in different directions, the shadows would creep along the concrete walls. Vicky thought it looked like something out of a horror movie whose script went sonething like 'unsuspecting foreign tourists stumple upon the lair of...' Thanks to the internet, we found it was the work of artist Alex Mørch in his exhibition 'Fe' (both the symbol for iron and Danish for fairy). It was part of a series of exhibits to be shown in the Regelbau 411 bunkers. If you are interested, here is the website: https://www.regelbau411.dk/about-1/
Later that evening two of the three bunkers were locked up, but Will went to explore the third. With just a few information boards in Danish and German it was the least engaging, but it did have a swallow's nest from which two hungry mouths were protruding, proclaiming insistently that they were hungry!Read more