After out visit to Grenen, we continued around the end of the peninsular
and crossed over to Hirtshals (another port - this one with ferries to
Norway). Just down from the town is a road that leads down to the beach
("strand"). The wind on this side of the peninsular was even fiercer than it
was up at Grenen, however it gave us the opportunity to wander around the
beach that was largely empty.
At the end of the road was a car park, and we pulled in to the nearly empty lot
- a complete opposite to the car park this morning.
Setting out to the
beach we had to run the gauntlet of the narrows between sand dunes where the
road ran down to the beach. The wind funnelled up the road and sandblasted
anyone who got in its way.
We were relieved to escape onto the beach - the same huge sandy platform we had
seen at Grenen, however this one showed that most cars just drove down and onto
the sand.
To one side was a flag and lifeguard station - not that I had any
intention of getting into the water!
Down to the waters edge and looking at the breakers rolling in, then we turned
along the beach - I though we could go along it to a point where a path seemed
to come down to the beach then back through the Moran grass behind the dunes.
Along
the beach we were passed by a couple of cars as they drove along for a way
before turning around
Fighting the wind along the beach, we eventually reached the point where the map suggested that the path began. I struggled up a sandy defile to get up to the top of the dunes. Here I could not see a path, and turned around directly into the sand blaster once again until I dropped off the top.
Down at the bottom I checked the map and went up a few meters to the left and a slightly easier climb.
This was more successful and I could see the path down the other side - deep in the grass so if you were not in the right place it would not show.
Away to the left I could see the car park.
However Sue would have struggled to walk this path with her knee - even if she could get up the dune, so I retreated.
We then walked back along the beach to the wind tunnel of the road gap. This time it was easier as the wind was at out back, however the constant sand blasting had filled our neck and hair with sand.
After this wind exposure it was time to head back to the apartment - we would still need to walk through the town to find dinner.
