Thanks to all for the kind holiday wishes. It feels good to have the holidays behind me for another year. It doesn’t feel so good to be facing more reports of “unprecedented.” Happy to have you follow along as I delve back into my autumn ramble through Europe, which believe it or not, now in the face of Omicron, seems like a simpler time. Hope you are all healthy and warm…Now back in time to September, making first landfall in Denmark!
After two nights at sea, the Smyril Line Ferry from the Faroe Islands made landfall at the seaport town of Hirtshals at the top of the Jutland peninsula in northern Denmark…not exactly a tourist Mecca!
Coming off a high from fun times in the Faroe Islands with my new found friends Lisa and Lynn, then cracking open my cocoon of cabin comfort on the ferry (which was really more like a cruise ship,) landing at the dock in Hirtshals was an abrupt awakening. To make life more complicated, I had been using local SIM cards, so I was in the middle of the massive, intimidating dockyard with no direction and no internet. As so often happens when I am traveling and hit a bit of jam, I get by with the kindness of strangers. A local couple who spoke English knew where to send me to catch the “unmarked” bus into town. I would then need to transfer to a train to Tornby, where I had booked a guesthouse for 3 nights.
I would soon find out Tornby wasn’t exactly a tourist Mecca either. The only restaurant in town was a pizza place owned by Afghanis. Given the US was in the throes of a botched exodus at the time, I felt a little awkward. (Silly me for making conversation with the pizza guy while waiting for take-out.) So I stocked up at the grocery store, since my lovely guesthouse had a shared kitchen.
Throughout this entire journey, I have never known how far I would make it, due to rapidly changing COVID restrictions. Consequently, my research on Denmark fell short, as I quickly realized there’s nothing to do in Tornby unless you have a car. Thankfully, the kind woman who ran the guesthouse insisted I borrow her bike. I had graciously declined for fear I damage it in some way. However, I awoke the next morning to find her husband outside my door, oiling the chain and inflating the tires. So I rode 40km (25 miles) my first day in Tornby. I didn’t have to worry about something to do on the second day, because after 25 miles on a bike, I couldn’t get out of bed! 😉
Why would a person ride a bike 25 miles on their first day on a bike in a year? Well, to see a lighthouse, that’s why! And not just any lighthouse….the historic Rubjerg Knude lighthouse, first lit in 1900, operated until 1968. The lighthouse sits atop a cliff 200 ft above sea level. However in recent years, the sandy slope has been degrading, with the coastline moving inland. So in 2019, the historic old lighthouse was moved 70 meters (230 ft) back from the slope. This involved inserting steel beams around the foundation, laying tracks between the two locations, and pulling the lighthouse into position using “roller skates,” jacks and hydraulics.
The foundation is now prepared for future transport, as the dune moves at an average speed of 20 meters (65 ft) a year. It does my heart good to know this stately old “retired” beauty is loved so much that such effort has been made to preserve her for her historic value.
Before I started working my way south through Denmark, I first wanted to travel to Denmark’s northernmost point to visit the seaside town of Skagen. Initially known as a fishing town renowned for its herring industry, it later became an artist colony turned popular summer vacation destination.
My reason for wanting to visit was to tour the Skagen Museum which features the works of the turn of the century Skagen Painters. I have often said if I can’t paint, I like to immerse myself in the works of those who can. And I found the story of the Skagen painters to be reminiscent of the the captivating writer and artist movement in Paris in the 1920’s
Being so far north, Skagen is known for its warm summer light. The furthest northern tip of Denmark sits between two seas, Skagerrak and Kattegat, so close to each other that the water acts as a mirror, reflecting the light upward. The white sand of the surrounding beaches serves to reinforce the effect. This special light began to attract artists from the 1870s through the turn of the century, who would gather in summer to paint plein-air. This group of Scandinavian painters, having studied in France, was inspired by the impressionist painters.
The Skagen Museum has quite an impressive collection of works. In fact, while I was there, a few paintings from its most notable painter, P.S. Krøyer were on loan to the Musée Marmottan Monet in Paris.
While visiting Skagen, I stayed in a very charming guesthouse, Toftegården, which used to be a horse farm dating back to 1937. This family-run farm has been converted to a modern guesthouse, only a 10 minute walk from the train station.
The very accommodating guesthouse owner enthusiastically shared historical info about the town. When I commented on the consistent use of the golden yellow color scheme throughout the town, he told an amusing story. The houses were once all painted white. Being in such a remote location, they ordered paint in bulk. One year, the wrong order was shipped, and instead of the white they had ordered, the bulk paint shipment received was this warm, buttery yellow. Unable to return it, the townspeople just went with it, and the color scheme stuck. Now, homes, hotels, retail establishments throughout the town all radiate this warm color.
Whether truth or fable, I still loved the story. Not only were the turn of the century Skagen Painters drawn by the warm light of the Skagen summer, the townspeople have chosen to carry it through today. I have to say, it really contributed to the summery ambiance of the town.
Here are my favorite scenes from this cozy, charming, sunny yellow seaside town: