Badestelle Wollersum, River EiderJuly 1, 2018 in Germany ⋅ ☀️ 22 °C
Our journey over the flatlands of Germany's northern peninsula was a lot more straightforward than yesterday's long slog through diversions and jams. Although we are passing large industrial conurbations, the land outside these is becoming less densely populated. Tall white wind turbines rotating slowly over fields of corn are a common sight.
Nearing our destination in time for a late lunch, a cut through the dyke gave us access to an area of grass and gravel. Four other motorhomes were already parked in this free stellplatz and we manoeuvred Martha into the ample space left between two of them. As the grassy dyke surrounding us indicated, we were within the flood plain and after lunch we wandered a few hundred metres along a meadow track to Badestelle Wollersum (Wollersum bathing place) on the River Eider. An open air shower and foot washing tap stood near a wooden jetty, at the end of which a ladder gave easy access to the river. The water was low, exposing the rich grey silt on this tidal estuary. Footprints evidenced some intrepid water lover's muddy path, but we didn't fancy it and had the luxury of time to wait for the tide to come in, giving us a direct passage into the water.
It was peaceful in the stellplatz and come late afternoon, Will donned his swim shorts and went for a swim. Vicky followed with the camera and dipped her toes in from the ladder, the bottom of which was now submerged. Will could see she was tempted and managed to persuade her to fetch her bikini, and soul cap to join him. The silt that had spent the day baking in the sun was now releasing its warmth to the water that flowed over it. Sediment clouded the river but the feeling of wild swimming under the blue sky was exhilarating. Being an estuary approaching high tide, the salt water was surging upstream in the centre of the channel while the fresh water was pushed to the sides as it made its course downstream. We attempted to swim to the other bank, but the incoming tidal flow was too strong and we turned back, striking out for our own shore once again. After a quick shower we walked back to the van, tired but very happy.Read more