N 55.42366°, E 12.83982°
The haunted golf club proved to be a memorable camp. We got squirrelled away down an overgrown track and were invisible to the world but just as we were starting to feel good about things it started raining, then lightning, and - adding to the increasingly unsettling Amytyville atmosphere - it then howled with torrential rain nearly all night. The morning brought survival and sunshine, though - so all's well that ends well and all that.
Because we had a few spare hours before the Malmö to Travemünde boat we headed for the southwestern tip of Sweden to while away some time gazing out towards the Øresund bridge and the comings and goings of big ships.
We ended up at the coordinates shown (pic) and what a fantastic place. In addition to the truly marvellous seascape we found a nature reserve, the remains of an 11th century fort and a mass of trails to explore amongst saltmarsh, rush pasture and heath. It teemed with birds: best sightings were murmurating golden plovers and some really close-up green sandpipers.
I can always tell when I've spent too long with the binoculars as when I take them from my eyes Emma has disappeared. I then have to perform my duty of care as the responsible adult and find out what scrape she's in. She normally heads for dark subterranean places but on this occasion I found her half way up a huge shipping navigation aid. - you can just make her out in the pic. Also in shot, albeit barely, are the Malmö helix tower and the Øresund bridge
A fantastically atmospheric place; if not totally hazard free for wives with ADHD.
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