After our lovely afternoon near Tisvildeleje a couple of weeks ago, we decided to venture back again on Sunday, wringing out what is likely to be the last of the summer (whilst feeling ever so slightly cheated by the fact that there are now snow boots in the shops for crying out loud...)!
For a change of scenery, this time we walked to nearby Troldeskoven - Witch Wood - thus called as the trees look like they have come straight out a fairytale (more Brother's Grimm than HC Andersen though) having been sculpted by the wind into gnarled and twisted shapes. The kids loved it, and we sat for ages on the forest's mossy carpet whilst they built a camp and we swatted away mosquitoes.
After a while, the small people suddenly remembered the other attraction in the immediate vicinity, so being the kind and dutiful parents that we are, we left the forest and cut down through the dunes to the beach... I am only grateful that seconds earlier my eyes had been soothed by some of natures finest achievements , as they were now being tortured by completely the revolting opposite. As soon as our bottoms had touched the sand, it became glaringly obvious that we were the most over-dressed people on this particular stretch of beach. The children however, now obviously used to Swimming in Denmark, were completely oblivious thankfully, and happily paddled in the sea and built sandcastles without even a second glance. Don't get me wrong, the sight of the odd naked bod. isn't shocking at all, but the amount of parading, preening and stretching going on here by bodies less than beautiful was quite a peculiar sight to behold, and not just a little hysterical. I am just grateful that the children didn't notice one gentleman's particular adornment as we made our hasty exit from what was perhaps our swiftest beach trip ever.
I have just about recovered from our Sunday afternoon Family Outing, but let's just say, I may never be able to face a Danish hot-dog again.
Not so beautiful Nature...