More sad days as we finally said goodbye to Swedish waters. The final journey had a sting in its tail, but Denmark has been warm, sunny and placid.
Leaving Kalrskrona gave us the opportunity to spend a final day on an island, in the Gulf of Hano, before meeting up with the somewhat blander Skanian coast. The island (Tarno) was pretty deserted, even the harbour master had called it a day for the summer, so we took the opportunity to stay alongside his jetty for free. The hike up to the high point gave us a farewell glimpse of what we have come to love.
The trip south then took us past Hano, and on towards the small town of Kivik; somewhere we hadn’t been on the way north – we were trying not to revisit anywhere we had previously been. Unfortunately the harbour at Kivik was pretty uninviting in a fresh north westerly, so we invoked plan B – go on to Simrishamn; somewhere we had visited on the journey north! Neither of us was filled with much enthusiasm, since we hadn’t enjoyed the place at all. However, you can misjudge places! First time round it was a cold, grey Sunday, out of season; and there was barely a soul around. This time, it was a clear, bright day, and the place was really buzzing – complete with an unexpected jazz band playing in the square. In fact, we stayed a second day, and found the place quite delightful.
Leaving Simrishamn we rounded Sandhammaren, yet again in perfect conditions, and made a fleeting stop at Kaseberga to see the Ale’s Stenar – 50 odd standing stones in the shape of a ship, bearing great solar significance for the Vikings back in 800AD. We had toyed, again, with the idea of staying overnight, but the easterly wind soon put paid to that;
so……yes, on to another place we had previously stayed; but this time time we didn’t mind at all, because we both had fond memories of Ystad. Whilst we’ve been in Sweden I have managed to re-read all 11 Wallander books, so Ystad is like coming home for me. We took some time out to take a trip inland, by bike, and were able to expose the myth that Skane is a flat, featureless landscape; in fact, it is pleasant rolling countryside, with some considerable hills! We actually spent a day longer than we intended, one because it was the wettest day we’ve had this year, and two, to wait for the easterly winds to re-appear. Well worth the wait, as we fairly hurtled along the south coast in a strong east/north easterly breeze. So much so that we had to wait the best part of an hour for the lifting bridge to open at the northern end of the Falsterbo Canal. Once through it was back to business as we screeched up to Copenhagen. As you near Copehagen you get a great view of the bridge linking Denmark to Sweden; so for all fans of the TV show, and especially John; fill yer boots!
So it is we find ourselves in Copenhagen; with cloudless skies, and a hot(!) sun – long may they continue. We previously visited Copenhagen over 30 years ago, but apart from the Little Mermad, I don’t think we remembered very much of it. So it’s been a couple of days of unexpected exploration, rediscovering the colour, and character of some of the older parts.
Having fun, in the sunshine!