Under a brilliant morning sun and balmy temps we left the splendid B&B in Harboøre and proceeded due north on the very straight and flat Harboøre Tange.
Along the bike path the extensive reed beds hosted a lot of singing warblers and the meadows had galores of waders, duck and geese.
Finally, at the north end of the spit we entered Denmark's #1 fishing harbour: Thyborøn.
We paid a courtesy visit to the exterior of the "Snail House", a peculiar mollusk collector's hobby turned into a nightmare. (The tower to the right is a fake church tower).
The real church in Thyborøn is a straight forward modern construction, reminding us that we are in the epicenter of the Danish Bible Belt.
We located the terminal for the small ferry ...
... to take us the 12-minutes' ride across Thyborøn Kanal, Limfjorden's west entrance/exit .
Once we got ashore again we celebrated our farthest north so far with a coffee break. Meanwhile, the wind picked up and adjusted its direction to become a true headwind. Bravely we pushed on and on, again heading due north on the loooong Agger Tange which is similar to the Harboøre one.
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| "Heavy Agger" apparently organizes a heavy metal festival somewhere but seems to be in coma right now. |
Finally, we rolled along downtown Agger which has once seen livelier times than the present ones.
Agger's one and only night club and discotheque is now sleepily witnessing the world go by.
Between Agger and the North Sea beach the persistent wind had created sand drifts across our bike path. After a few kms of fighting the soft loose sand we decided to turn around to find some clean asphalt instead.
Eventually, we found the right direction and just after passing the smallest church in Denmark, Lodberg church, "in the middle of nowhere" ...
... we took a very well deserved lunch stop and sat in the green grass – amongst multitudes of big hyper-active forest ants.
Since getting off the ferry, we had biked through parts of Thy National Park, that sports large areas of heather covered sand dunes, small lakes, wetlands, thickets and forests; all in a beautiful melange that creates diverse habitats for lots of wildlife and flora.
Today's last pit stop was Nørre Vorupør, a small town right on the beach line. The small town church certainly signals the architect's aspirations for something much larger, but Vorupør's ardent churchgoers get their food for thoughts here anyway.
Even some of God's small feathered creatures become churchgoers when they raise their broods.
The visit to this small – and touristic – fishing settlement evolved into a café latte event at the front row taking in the view of the hauled-up fishing vessels.
Vorupør has no harbour so the fishermen have their vessels "parked" on the beach between fishing trips.
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We spent the last couple of hours during the afternoon biking through uninhabited and very windy areas and finally reached our B&B after 66 kilometers on the bikes.
Tomorrow an even longer stage awaits us. We'll see what will happen ;-)
