The Anglo Saxons

There is a ruddy great larder fridge in the corridor stacked full of excellent local beer that Carsten does not allow to run low. The dinner table groans under the weight of meat. Our wonderful host believes vegetables are for feeding to the live stock, which we eat later.

To top this hospitality Carsten jumps onto his motorbike and treats our huge biker party to a guided tour of the Anglo Saxon home land. I think I counted 25 bikes of all shapes and sizes, rumbling through junctions, stopping traffic which for the most part seemed to enjoy the free show. Friendly waves and smiling faces from children. This small area at the base of the Jutland penisula was home to the emigrating tribes who displaced the native British from what is now England. Jutes, Angles, Saxons, Friese, leaving a land miserable with starvation in the fifth century. A blood test would show that I am around 60% Welsh. Today I am a returning Saxon, open mouthed at the similarity of this place to my native England. The ride out must have included the town of Tonning because we stopped to admire the Eider Barrage, very similar the the one on the Thames. Rendsburg must also have featured for I think that is where we saw the suspended cable ferry. The thing is, today I am a follower. Just one of a crowd, and delighted to be.

Wings, Pans, Flat 6's, Three beemers, a Blackbird, Vstroms, Yamahas one from the seventies with a chair on it, Suzzies. We make me smile guys. It's not what you ride, or how you ride it. What is important is that we ride, and it makes us smile a lot.

The following day, Saturday was pretty much a wash out, but such is life. There are plenty of sausages and beer to be had, so we do that instead. We are using the accomodation dorm style. Rooms full of bikers. Ear plugs are more essential during the night than on the bikes.

Carsten. Thank you for being a fine host. What you do has inspired me. I'll let you know how it goes. Janne & Ernst. Thank you for organising a great holiday and including me.

A magic Moment? Eating a crusty shrimp sandwich, the wind in my face as I look out over the North Sea. I can imagine the Viking Longboats setting sale loaded with the flatpack furniture!