Well WiFi hotspots seem hard to come by in Denmark, but found one now.
As we left Harwich the water was a muddy colour before changing to deep blue, in the morning it looked as if someone had thrown red dye in the water, but apparently it’s pollen from the rivers in central Europe – honest

Heading north from Esbjerg, there were these four giants staring out to sea, too bad I can’t read Danish otherwise I could tell what they were looking for.

The wind decided to make it’s present felt, I got the hint from the dozens of wind turbines- they make quite a weird “whomp, whomp, whomp” noise (that’s the best I can describe it. Luckily the cycle path often went thru forest where the headwinds were so bad.

Although a cup of tea is always nice to stop for.

The next day (Tuesday) can be summed up in 3 words, wind, wind off road tracks – okay, five words. To be expected when you are next to the sea. Average speed almost too low to register on the speedo.

The scenery was good – see how many people you can count at the top of the lighthouse

Although a day of struggle, there was a wonderful respite when I met once again a couple of German cyclists, Peter and Frauke for espresso and muffins in the early afternoon. The only thing slightly unusual was that we were in the middle of a forest. Thank goodness for camping gas and little expresso makers. And at the end of the day, there’s nothing like a hot shower and a quiet place to camp.