Islands in the Waddenzee - 21st-23rd June
I was woken at about midnight by sounds outside the tent. I couldn’t figure out what was going on, half-asleep as I was. Then I heard a clattering and clinking and I sat up and unzipped the tent. Silhouetted against the faint glow from a light somewhere on the campsite I saw the shape of an animal, but I couldn’t be sure if it was a big animal far away or a small one nearby. I pulled on some clothes and crawled outside to find that my cooking pots and one shoe were about ten metres from the tent. My carton of milk had disappeared and I never saw it again. In the morning I discovered that raids by the local foxes were quite common. South of Vedersø Klit the road ran along a narrow spit of sand between the sea and Rinkøbing fjord. The campsite owner told me that it was far more interesting, if a little further, to cycle inland right around the fjord, and I took his advice. I was glad I did, even though my hopes of finding a good cup of coffee in the...