Early Sunday morning is an ideal time to cycle through the empty centre of the ancient Baltic port of Lubeck, with it's copper twin-towered cathedral, and enormous gatehouse. North along the coast, a resort reminds us of Exmouth, but with many more small, very smart cafés. Along a gravel path on a dyke by the Baltic, then the windiest thing we have ever done! Crossing the bridge to the Baltic island of Fehmarn. Not far from the end is a campsite by the beach. A bit of a struggle putting up the tent, but before we are finished, our caravan neighbour, German Sylvia, produces two chairs for us so we relax, and swig a large beer.
Just as we are cooking our tea, the sun disappears and the rain lashes for 10 minutes. Despite the lid blowing off the Trangia soon we are eating spicy rice and veg, inside the tent and the sun reappears to allow a breezy stroll along the beach. Denmark tomorrow!
Miles to date 1136
