Muggy wet mornings can actually be quite beautiful with a still calm. At 6 in the morning not much stirs and the waters are flat.
After the confining, fenced regimentation of the previous camp ground, the one at Kragenæs was a pleasant relief. I camped surrounded by Rosehips and yes it rained but there are always ups and downs.
In 1683 (or there about) Denmark instituted mile stones where each mile was 7 point something kilometres in length. I had been seeing these oblong stones every so often and had wondered about them. All was revealed when Just north of Vesterboro I came upon a sign explaining them and noting that that particular stretch was the last complete set.
Denmark is famous for its architecture and design. But… that style and elegance does not exist with it’s power companies who have gone out of their way to build the most ugly blots on the landscape. The countryside is dotted with these grey monolithic horrors.
I am not sure whether to believe in chance or fate. I hadn’t realized that I was going to Lolland until the day before I reached the island. But I remembered that Morfar (my grandfather) after his time in the Faroe isles, has been the vicar in Lolland so I made a detour and an unintentional pilgrimage to his church in Skovlænge.
There wasn’t much else at Skovlænge, nowadays most people have moved to the towns. I passed abandoned farms and houses and many houses for sale. It is a feature though out the world, the move to cities.
Denmark is renowned for it’s bacon, but I saw very few pigs. I heard them a lot, I smelled them even more. So why didn’t I see Them? Because they’re all indoors. The fields are given over to grain and fodder. I hope this type of farming does not reach New Zealand.
Well the rain is determined to accompany me for a while again so I have decided to take the train back west.