There’s an old saying, discretion is the better part of valor (or something like that). I think I won the first few rounds with the wind but then wind called up her friend, rain.
So I headed for Thisted, some 20 km away and found a hotel. Wind, being generous, kept rain at bay until I reached Thisted, past old burial mounds.

I even was able to see some of the town

Until rain came

So now I watch the Tour de France, on TV, going over the Tourmelet and am glad I decided not to do the tour again