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  • Day755

    Hesteparkering, Tversted Plantage

    July 21, 2018 in Denmark ⋅ ☀️ 19 °C

    We are by ourselves in a spacious forest car park labelled 'Hesteparkering' (horse parking). There is a crossbar for tethering your steed and even a few bundles of hay on the ground. These Danes really do provide for outdoorsy folk!

    The tall trees sway in the wind but being here is a welcome oasis of calm after a morning that turned out to be a little stressful! After travelling for half an hour or so, we pulled into Hirtshall Transport Centre, a service station type area that provided van facilities. Once we'd located the van service point, we pulled in to the dedicated lane and were shuffling back over the waste water grill when we heard a horn and a crunch. A car had driven into the corner of our rear bumper. We jumped out and inspected the damage; a crack on their bumper and several on ours. We were confused at first but it soon became clear (to us at least) that the car shouldn't have driven over the solid white line into the motorhome lane. However, what is done is done, nobody was hurt, it was just one of those things and not worth getting too upset about. Luckily the other driver spoke perfect English. We swapped details, took photos and gaffa taped up the bumper. This done, we found a parking space and phoned Saga claims department, giving them all the details. We are awaiting a call back from their 'foreign department' on Monday to go over it again and hopefully find out where we stand. The gaffa tape will hold for a while.

    We considered staying at the Transport Centre but it wasn't the most relaxing of environments, so we decided it was best to move on and not be reminded of the accident. After a bite to eat we hopped on the motorway and made some more progress up north, before turning off onto a single track road that led into the large Tversted mixed forest plantation. It was here we found this tranquil 'horsepark' we are in right now. Each evening a couple of Icelandic Horses were ridden through and during the course of the 2nd day a total of three horse boxes pulled in and each unloaded a pair of good looking horses, who were promptly tacked up and ridden off. The final pair were ridden bareback by what looked like two young teenage sisters while their Mum walked the dog beside them. Vicky looked on with a touch of envy in her eyes.

    We had found this quiet car park on route to a larger area at the end of the track. On the last afternoon we cycled the tandem along and upon seeing the large car park, we were immediately glad we'd parked where we had. It was packed with 50 or so cars and around a dozen vans. We checked the map and cut through the buzz of people to follow the cycle track towards the beach. The forest opened up to flat land behind the dunes. A whitewashed building with thatch roof supported a small wooden windmill, so we deviated down a grassy track to have a look. Inside was area for animals, an old wooden cart, horse drawn sleigh and agricultural equipment from times gone by. There were information boards but they were all in Danish and we didn't feel we could spare the data, low as we were, to translate them.

    Checking the map again, we found the only routes leading to the beach were walking trails, so we pushed the bike, then left it chained to a tree while we continued on foot. On the way we passed a pond that had dried up to a mosaic of moss, then a firepit with a temporary sign, warning of drought and fire risk and asking people not to light fires. Cutting through the dunes we eventually reached the long wide sandy beach. There was nothing to stop the wind and it whipped the dry sand up so its fine grains flowed like a shallow river accross the harder surface underneath, whipping our ankles as it went. We paddled in the surf and watched, as the clouds skudding accross the sky created fast moving bands of shadow and light over the sand and water. The strong rays highlighted the dark blues and turquoise and shone radiantly off the substantial whitecaps rolling in. (Apologies for the wind noise on the video).

    As mesmerizing as these scenes were, the wind drove us back to the shelter of the dunes, where we continued barefoot through the forest to the bike. From here we walked round a small lake covered in lillies, many of them in full flower, it was quite a sight!

    We'd done about 7km in total, not much, but enough of an excuse to reward ourselves with icecream back at Martha Motorhome. On these fine summer days we really enjoy the fact we have a small freezer in the van!
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