Hvinde Sande - Denmark

John and James took my broken bits to the welder they'd contracted. Very helpful chap, Soren, who had an amazing workshop equipped for working on large engineering for ships. He also had a number of motorbikes around the place he was restoring, plus a Mercedes 4x4 (his seventh). Best of all though, he showed us a picture of his hallway at home where he had 3 monkey bikes hung on the wall like ceramic flying ducks.

He soon had the gear stick welded up and it is a superb job.  It won't be replaced with a new one.

Back to hotel and they had it all back together in no time. Quick test drive then on our way. We'd been told to take the scenic coastal route, which included a 20km stretch along a beach.

Part way along the beach, like a mirage, through the drizzle, a group of land rovers, headlamps blazing, appeared in the distance. I don't know which group was more surprised to see the other. A local group outing who had just decided to go along the beach too. A stop for a chat and then we were on our way as the weather wasn't very conducive to standing around. It was cold and pissing it down.

We trundled onwards, and then a dash to catch a little ferry. We were told at a petrol station that we had 20 minutes to make it 24km, or we'd have to wait 2 hours for the next. We made it but were denied as it was stuffed full of camper vans.  Luckily, we had less time to wait than we feared for it to return.  Not happy with the docking. I was right at front of ferry and when they opened the doors a few minutes before docking it felt like I was hanging out over the sea.

With the crossing the weather improved massively, and we had an hours drive in the sunshine to the chosen campsite. Close to the beach, behind the dunes. On a narrow spit of land between the sea and a lake.

Because of the scenic route I've done a lot more miles than I was expecting to, but thankfully Denmark is flat so not too much effort required.