|The name to make every British school boy giggle|
|The old Esjbery to Newcastle ferry terminal|
It was then onwards down the coast.
I have never been on the island before, but I do have a close relationship with it. I lived with an old Dane in Rheda, Heinz Hansen, he had as a small lad been sent away from Rømø, his parents could not afford to keep him, the island wasn’t full with rich tourists as it is now, but was a very poor agricultural land. So he was sent off to the then rich Westfalia of Rheda, were he learnt a trade as a woodcarver for one of the best chair manufacturers in Germany, in between Heinz did a spell in the U-boats during WW2, he survived and to the end of his days he carved and drank, he had a small workshop in his garage, were he entertained his Alten Kameraden. He always called Rømø home and still visited his sisters every couple of years, he died just before I moved into my last abode in Rheda. I often think of that Old Danish Seaman. RIP.
I decided on Fish and Chips, I had picked up a pamphlet in the reception and it suggested Otto and Ani’s Fisk.
so I tried their breaded cod with chips, I must say it was some of the best I have tasted, Not a monster portion that you are likely to get in the NE of England,but all freshly cooked and a small side salad, I was in my element. I then drove across to Germany and filled up, I could have done it the day after tomorrow, but I wanted to see the countryside as this area is a Danish Nation Park. Tomorrow I shall explore the island and see if I can get some good wader photographs, I already have a nest full of baby Swifts in the bag.