ThistedJuly 16 in Denmark
It is late afternoon and 35°C in the sun, on this still, blue sky day. Luckily we have found shade under a bank of mature Alders in the free 5 place motorhome parking area on the edge of Thisted.
Thisted is a medium sized town that sits on the shore of Thistead Bredning. Bredning roughly translates as 'broads' and this body of water is certainly broad. It is part of a series of sea lakes that stretch out from pinch points, into large open bodies of water, making up the Limfjord canal that cuts mainland Jutland off from the North Jutlandic Island.
Our windows and doors are open in an attempt to keep the van cool, but this makes it quite noisy, because we aren't too far from the main road. Over this road is Thisted Søbad (seaside resort), a free area with toilets, indoor showers, grass, a shingle beach and a couple of wooden jetties with steps into the water.
We've just come back from there, after a good swim and a lay out on our towels. Will went earlier and returned later than Vicky, taking his snorkle gear with him and having several swims to her one). There were a number of crabs scuttling along the sea floor (and over our toes), but thankfully Will only spotted a few small jellyfish and Vicky didn't see any. We are still marvelling at what a wonderful resource this is. The Danes pay high taxes but its no wonder they are one of the happiest nations on earth!
Talking about things that make one happy, we'd popped into Aldi on the way here and picked up a couple of traditional Danish Tebirke pastries. The best way to describe them is a pain au chocolate without chocolate, but stuffed and cooked with marzipan and topped with poppy seeds. Vicky really liked the pastry and marzipan but wasn't sure about the seeds, Will liked the whole package.
The heat was such that we kept the windows and door open until late. We are used to traffic noise, but it did seem particularly loud here. We watched as people cycled, jogged and strolled along the promenade. Among them were some non-white faces and it made us think. Having lived near Dudley in the West Midlands, we are used to a multi-ethnic society, but this has changed in the 2 years we've been on the road. The term 'white van man' rings true in a different sense, as meeting a BAME individual or family in a van, is as rare as meeting a solo female traveller. We hardly ever stay in cities, preferring the peace and quiet of countryside life most of the time, but as a consequence we move through populations with massively high proportions of caucasian people. It is ironic that in our quest to immerse ourselves in different cultures, we are spending our time amongst people whose appearance is far more like our own, than had we stayed put in Dudley!
Come morning we drove a short distance to a large gravel car park adjacent to the bay and a short walk from Thisted highstreet. Vicky had been browsing Trip Advisor and spotted 'Fiskehuset Thisted' a fishmonger come delicatessen come restaurant on the harbourside. They had their own smokehouse and a good range of organic certified fish. The reviews rated it highly, so we tracked it down and bought a delicious looking smoked mackerel to take away for our lunch. We then had a brief but unsuccessful trawl of the highstreet in search of replacement guitar strings for Will and wool and toy stuffing for Vicky. We did however buy a wooden washing up brush in an attempt to cut down on plastic!Read more