bite-sized

Heading North from Ringkobing I was struck out how Denmark just glides its way through you. Time just slips from hour to hour and the country layout (if you had to describe it) is in tasty bite-size amounts. The next village is never more than another 6km, which means there is always something new coming up and it rarely gets you into that odd cycling head to the ground trance.

The weather was fantastic and I choose to ride both in forest parks and on normal roads. I came inland from Henne to avoid the beach districts on the West Coast – they are great when the time is right to be there and for me it just wasn’t my cup of tea this time.

I met up with a lady cyclist and we cycled together for a while and chatted about ‘stuff’. And even then time went way much faster before we had arrived in Struer. She was a music teacher (actually the second music teacher I have cycled with) and was due to go back to work soon – that’s a glooming prospect I thought – to work again…I do miss a routine and I love to be busy doing but this way of life is kind of nice.

I ended up in a place called Tambohouse (about 60km south of Thisted). It was a lovely evening and the sun shone till late. Fortunately I found a shaded spot to pitch as I caught a whiff of my skin and could smell that burnt smell- owwch!