Day 95 – to Mols Bjerge National Park
I’m on a mission to find Danish hills, not easy as the country’s highest point is only 171 metres, and marked solely by a rock on a grassy meadow. Rebild is such a place though, a place of hills. It’s a National Park of hilly heathland, the peaks rising to 100 metres in exceptional cases. But the area is well-organised, keeping the cyclists, MTBers, horse riders and hikers separate, and on well-maintained paths. It’s more like a National Park in the south of England, and nothing at all like those I have been in in the last few months further north. It is one or just two national parks in the country.
It put on a fine show today in the autumnal sunshine, on an almost warm day, at 17C.
After lunch I drove to the other national park, Mols Bjerge, which we will investigate tomorrow. It’s coastal, and has large areas of beech forest. I’m stopped over somewhere in the middle of it, accessible by rough tracks, and an excellent wilderness camp. Most likely my last wilderness stopover of this course, but completely dark, absolutely quiet, and not a soul for many a kilometre.
Once stopped up, we had an evening stroll, but it’s dark at 6 pm now, so back into to read, and then contribute to, a Guardian piece on the best horror short stories.
Halloween provides an opportunity for such things. Though I’ll read and watch horror throughout the year quite happily, I like to overindulge in these next few days.
By the time I contributed to the article, I was the 470th person. It has proved one of the most popular of their genre based features similar to this.
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