Lovely day today. Beach followed by grassy forest tracks then back to the beach. Tides, such as they are, behaved and though I had to navigate some large trees eroded from the cliffs and the occasional boulder strewn headland I was able to stay right by the sea apart form a necessary detour around the firing range. The sun shone and though only 10 degrees it was pleasant without the wind. Wildlife abounded, especially sea birds, but large hares in the fields and I hope an un-abandoned baby seal as well.
The first strand heading away from Arnager Havn. The sun is shining and the path looks good.Iron laced water seeping from the cliffs paints the rocks orange.The sort of fossilised compressed sand suface of before sharply delineated with a further 15 metres or so of top soil and scrub.Looking back to Arnager Havn.Safely navigated the boulders and trees and stayed on the beach.A gang of swans going by. A bevy, believe it or not.Shit, I thought, a walking group about to spoli things. But no, just a gang of fisherman gathered around cooking their catch and drinking. Something I’ve seen at some of the little Havn’s.I’ll have a rest once around that far point.The whole hillside seens to have come down here.I’m hoping that around that far one is Boderne and a possible café.I thought for a moment that the little seal was dead for it was on its back covered in flies. Just as I got out the phone, bingo, alive and well. Hopefully mother will be by.That tree is not long for this world. Red, green and beige rock and surfaces all together in this one.Boderne best be around this one I need a sit down.In places the sea erodes here it has layered up the sand to cover some iron rails long forgotten. Or maybe is just now exposing them again.The Capulets’ bevy of swans wanting a rumble.The sea walls of Boderne Havn approach.The Havn.The red ball is high, hiking denied. The beach I could not cross. This means three extra miles today.No fence around the range! I’ve just passed some army soldiers giving it some with their assault rifles not fifty metres from me. These vans discharged a set of special forces or close protection guys and girls but I rather wisely did not take their photo.This seems indicative of all the farms I’ve seen. Neat, ordered, prosperous looking.Back into the forest on the way to the beach. The range side is delimited by those poles. Otherwise feel free to walk onto it and explore. I just imagine what the scum back home would do.Here we are back on the last bit of the denied beach at last.Sticking out on the far point if the end for today, Bakkerne Havn.Almost there. I have passed thre couple with dogs all on leads as required though I was the only person for miles. No wonder the sea birds and seals feel safe.The Havn and I was treated to four naked male swimmers. Oh well, time for an orange juice and biscuit while I wait for my lift.
A very good day today even with the detour. There has to be a reason why Denmark is the 2nd happiest place in the world (Finland, in case you are wondering) and it has much to do with the social expectation I imagine. Even the tough, scummish looking dude who was sitting on a bench in the middle of the forest smoking and drinking put his empties back into his rucksack.
