Thursday, 28 September 2006

Jammerbugten - the Beach

I have previously mentioned our summer cottage in Northern Jutland. It is located in the small village of Slettestrand near Fjerritslev in Jammerbugten (Misery Bay) . Despite the gloomy name, it is a very attractive area with many recreational opportunities and some wonderful nature. I have taken some pictures of three landscape types typical for this area: The beach, the dune heath and the forest. Firstly here are the pictures from the Slettestrand Beach:

Jutland is famous for endless stretches (some places hundreds of kilometers) of white sandy beaches, attracting many tourists from the rest of Scandinavia, Germany and Holland where such quality beaches are hard to find. Behind the beach you will usually find these characteristic sand dunes covered in low vegetation, mostly lyme grass. There are many nice little hollows in the dunes perfect for private tanning or picnics (but beware - the sand will be everywhere when you're done)

A small bird scavenges for food in the surf. Even though the breakers look safe enough here, you shouldn't be fooled. The name of the area, Jammerbugten, translates roughly to Bay of Misery or Bay of Cries. This refers to the wives crying for the husbands lost to the treacherous seas here. Countless ships have gone down in this area, usually quite close to the coast. This was a source of great trouble and hardship for the local population, but actually alsoa source of wealth since materials and often valuable goods from the sunken ships would wash up here.

My brother Ole sitting on a big iron crab which has become a bit of a trademark for Slettestrand.

A picture showing how broad and nice the beach is. Tourists here use the plentiful space to play with kites.

Here a picture of my mother with the dunes in the background. I suspect she won't be too happy with me publishing this picture, mostly because of the wind in her hair (My mother has a thing about wind messingup her hair). I really like this picture, however. I think it captures an expression which is essentially her.

Slettestrand is an old fishing community, and I believe it still has a fleet of fishing vessels. So I thought it very fitting and also fascinating that one of the driveways in the village had been strewn with clam shells in stead of the more traditional choice, pebble.

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