We found the bunkers! It is impossible to miss them! On the first beach we went to, Vigsø, large concrete structures that have been dragged by the waves and moving sand, tumbling into the sea. We climbed into one... that stretched the body a little! Dark, cold and eerie... while the booming of the sea, crashing against the concreted walls, echoed and reverberated. Ten or so fallen concrete soldiers, still facing Norway.
The largest of the bunkers was high on a hill, where a gun that could fire half way to Norway was situated... this engineered mechanical monster was manned by 90 men who lived underneath in a concrete maze.
Along the coast is a town of bunkers... all in the dunes... and all that can be seen is the hole where the guns would be..... bunkers are in the town, in backyards. Rommel, the German general, stated that the Atlantic wall was weak and would be easily conquered..... the Germans retreated in 1945 when the war ended and the town , Hanstholm, returned to a very different place. The people had all been evacuated in 1941.
The amber? The locals know when to find it and where...... wandering along he beach at Vigsø yeilded nothing but interesting rocks.... and mounds of fishing line and nets.
We dined at Birgitte,s mother,s home..... and what a wonderful feast....... those pastries are sooooooo excellent!!!!!!!
Onto the beach again.... raining, windy, cold. We searched . I stood a little close to the water.... you can guess the rest........ yes .... very wet jeans and feet! But no amber..... I know i is here and I wanted the largest chunk!
Do you know that I could have walked all the way to Germany on that beach? Huge, windswept and barren...... such a landscape!
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