August 15, 2013
"Höganäs (Fortsätt" it says at the exit to bus 220 towards
Höganäs. "What do
that mean?" Someone ask me. "Is it delayed?" "No it means it continues to... "
I look at the schedule "Mölle". "Good, That is where we are going. Thank
you". Inside the bus I do not see what is on the display with the next stop,
fortunately my hearing is still good so I'm going off at "Domsten road 111",
ie Grå Läge.
The Skåneleden shelter is located at the edge of a pine forest with views to
the sea. A motorcycle has taken a break. The trail goes over grass heath, past
the rose bushes. The deserted beach is rocky in places and at times difficult
to walk. Lone benches look towards the sea . Outside, stems large vessels. Few
people are out walking dogs. The heather blooms. Toward the land is
low-growing knotty pine. A boardwalk leads through an area of reeds. In the
north, the village Viken is approaching. Blackberry thicket, ah ripe berries,
let me take some. Fort number 739 protects the coast. A sign tells of its
construction. The last bit into Viken is on a road.
Viken is a small idyllic community, which I described from another visit. In a
park are interesting grinding grooves. In the harbor is the statue of the
fisherman whose arms are not long enough. Want coffee but the restaurant does
not open until 12, now it is only 11. There is a small harbor museum which is
closed at this time. North of the harbor is a bay. Fort 740 protects from the
north, it has a funny bump on the head, a kind of weird camouflage.
Benches invite to lunch break number 1. Father and son are flying a
dragon. Try anyway. Despite good wind from the sea want the dragon fly
straight into the ground. The trail goes on assets over grass heath, I'll take
the beach. The cabanas are on a line. Out in the strait stands a
lighthouse. There are a few who swim, the beach is nearly empty. I forgot
swimwear, would have been nice to have a bath, the sun heats. Nude? Well, not
crowded but it probably would not be appreciated anyway. I'm not young and
good looking. On a bridge, a man sits in the sunshine. Small waves hitting the
shore. Seek the toilet just below the car park. From the car park, I look out
over the grass heath. Go back down and follow the gravel path, joggers
Coming up to a golf course. Not many playing. The path becomes sandy, I'll
take the beach instead. On the rocks out in the water standing comorants and
dries its wings. I take lunch number 2. In the north is Lerberget. In the
south, glistening ocean, a woman goes out for a swim. Continue on the
beach. Following footsteps in the sand at the water. At a stream it stops,
goes enough to wade, but I go up to the path and a bridge. Following the
gravel path until Lerberget. On the road past the harbor. Pauses there at a
table. Using the toilet. Leaving Lerberget on the sandy beach.
Mussel shells forms a cat's head. It has feasted, around it is chelas. Walks
past a row of caravans. A fence on the beach is marked "Newly planted."
Wondering what is planted, looks the same as outside the fence. Passing a
volleyball net. No one plays. Now it is not far from Höganäs. Switches between
the gravel path and the beach. Chairs suns for themselves. In Höganäs is a
great swimming beach, it seems shallow. The few who swim do it from the
jetties near the marina. Go into the center. Finish with a cappuccino on
Ciabatta Coffee House. Sitting outside in the shade.