Hannah here - with the next instalment of our trip posts: Møn is a beautiful chalk cliff encircled peninsula jutting out into the Baltic sea on the south east coast of Denmark. The island is spliced by horse trails and covered in dense forest that reaches all the way to the edges of the white cliffs that plunge into the small rocky beaches and the sea beyond. Here we first felt the tug of our heart strings about this amazing, wild country, a feeling that would be reciprocated at many points in the remainder of the trip.
We stayed on a wonderful, amazingly well equipped, site called Camping Møns Klint which has its own large tent field (thumbs up) and borders a forest (double thumbs up- fire wood!) The weather for this part of our trip was rather wild, shall we say, but we did manage a couple of memorable walks. On one morning, we walked from the campsite down country lanes and through cow fields (shudder) and traversed hundreds of wooden steps to get down to the rocky beach. We drank a tin cup of wine (because why not) as we watched a huge storm blow in from the sea, then beat a hasty retreat up the steps. We didn’t make it back to the tent in time before we got drenched, but it was sort of exhilarating, trudging through fields in the storm, taking turns wrapping Frankie in our coats and laughing wildly at our soggy locks and squelching boots. On another afternoon we walked along the tips of the cliffs, goggling at the epic scenery and trying our best not to be blown off the cliffs.
A friend of Dave’s who’s family live in the area arranged for us to meet her parents in their traditional Danish farm house. The weather was still turbulent, but indoors the heat from the blazing log burner flushed our faces, and two shaggy dogs bounded to meet us. Allette had baked muffins and made fresh tea, and so we sheltered in the warmth of their wonderful farmhouse until it was probably too rude to stay any longer.
Oh Møn, Island of storms and beaches and forest and farmhouses, we loved you so.