Summervacation Part 3

No visit in Schobüll is complete without a walk in Schobüll forest. It is on Schobüll mountain which measures impressive 33m over sea level. Your mountains are higher? I'm not impressed.

After the strong storms of 2013  and 2014 there is lot of free space for flowers and young trees.

The rowan berries are almost ripe. You can make delicious jam from them, but you shouldn't eat them raw. If you're not a bird, of course.

The wren is one of our smallest birds but he is the loudest for sure. The dead tree's roots were the perfect place to tell the world that this is his part of the world.

Punky found mysterious signs and decided to follow them.

She thought she could climb at least as good as Tarzan.

Nope.
Weather got worse. We had a fabulous thunderstorm.

Inkeri was afraid of all the loud rolling thunder but Sirpa was fascinated. She sat by the window all day long hoping for more lightning.

Small animals are sooo cute and calves are no exception to that rule. The cow with the heart on her brow was the last one to get her calv.

We went also to Nordstrand. Nordstrand is part of the old island Strand which break in several parts in the floods of the 14th to 17th century. Nowadays it is more a peninsula as a dam has been build.

Inkeri loved watching the sheep. But they were by no means as tame as "ours".

Next stop was Strucklahnungshörn, where the ships depart for Pellworm. Pellworm is also a part of Strand but still an island.

Here it started to rain but Inkeri wanted her picture taken with the boats. The white one is "Eiswette", one of the sea rescue boats of the DGzRS, the german SAR-organisation.

It was raining hard when we came back. Very hard. Poor cows.

Summervacation Part 2

Sorry for the delay, but life didn't feel like blogging the past weeks. But here we go.
The next day we went to Ribe in Denmark, it is not that far away from Schobüll. Ribe is a very old town and very important in danish and northfrisian history.

We parked our car and walked a bit to come into the old part of the town.

There is a lot of water running through Ribe, enough for mills and a small harbour. Nowadays there are mostly private sailboats, but one can easily imagine that it was crowded with merchant vessels in the Middle Ages.

There were lots of old and very old houses. That's how towns can look like when no war threw bombs on them. Every now and again there were nice views through open doors into the courts, which are typical for danish towns. Sometimes there are cafés there or small restaurants.

Ribe was a bishop's town from old, so the dome is very represantative. It combines a light, elder romanic part with younger gothic extensions in red brick stone. Funnly they didn't put a steeple to the gothic tower, maybe they didn't have enough money for that.

We even found quiet places, as the main road was crowded with tourists. But just one turn to the left took us into small lanes.

At this fountain I found that Punky had again played the role of a stowaway.

This is one of the six monasteries that excisted in Ribe.

This is a museum which architecture reminds me a lot of the Nordic Museum in Stockholm.

We bought us some yummy ice cream and walked on. But Punky was grumpy. Which is not so unusual for her.
And then she

stole my cone. I didn't get it back.

Punky was in a far better mood after that deed of hers. Me - not so.

Aren't those hollyhocks beautiful? They grew everywhere. I love them.

On our way back we had a look over to Mandö but we didn't risk to drive over.

This is one of the typical danish land churches.

The day ended with an idyllic evening.

And even the sleep went to sleep.