Further south to Lonnestak (Denmark)

Saturday, and we had a rainy bike tour round the sights of the local village at Vestervig.  We saw the local Church Music School, which is in the old Judge´s House, and we heard some singing, the local windmill could be inspected from the outside (open 2 hours on a Wednesday evening on weeks 27-33 only); and the largest village church of the area, visited by 30,000 tourists a year, but not by us, as it was the end of the season, so it was closed. There were, however, some iron age remains to be seen, quite interesting.

We drove down a small spit of land to catch a little ferry.  It crosses the mouth of Nissum Bredning, a kind of lagoon, and is only a short distance. The signs seemed to suggest it was a 10-minute service (all in Danish); we saw one leave as we arrived, so thought we wouldn't have too long to wait. 45 minutes later, it turned up. By this time, quite a queue had built up, of about 15 vehicles.  When we saw 6 cars disembark, we were glad to be at the front of the queue, but were then a little perturbed to see the cars behind us being waved on first.  Method in the Danish madness.  They squashed the first few cars into the front of the little vessel, then there was plenty of room for everybody. During the 10 minute crossing a man came round to collect our 152 Danishh Kroner. Thank you very much. Clink.

Off to Sondervig to look at the Sand Sculpture Festival we had seen advertised.  So glad we went.   This year#s theme was the 7 wonders of the world: there was a long wall with The Wonders of Europe, The Wonders of Africa, the Tower of Babel, The Wonders of Asia, The Passion of South America, and The American Dream. These formed a huge curved protective wall from the prevailing wind. Within the curve, separate sculptures, around 10 feet high on the themes of The Dream of Zeus, The Old Man´s height (Macchu Pichu), Colosseum, The Power of Love (Christ statue at Rio de Janiero), and Nebuchadnezzar and the hanging gardens of Babylon, to name a few. They have held the festival here for 10 years. It runs from May to October, and eventually the sculptures simply get weathered away. It was interestting to see that teams from many different countries had worked on these images. Most teams consisted of 4 or 5 people, all of different nationalities.

We had a walk along the beach.  Bracing!  We could see many WWII bunkers along this steretch of wide sandy beach.

By the time we reached our aire in Lonnestak, the wind had died down: we put up the awning, and had a very pleasant evening.  There was a horse in the  field, and the aire was more like a big back garden, behind the cafe.