The gate to Øresund

Yesterday we did a wonderful walk along the coastline and through the old town of Dragør. It is a very charming town with an interesting history dating back to the 1100s. The town’s location still has an impact on the ship traffic.

A Walk In Dragoer

I love that sea view, where ships in the horizon line look as if they are about to tumble over the edge of the earth.
That’s the kind of experience you can have in Dragoer. Furthermore you can see the bridge which connect Denmark with Sweden, Oeresundsbroen.
But wait! There is an other important subject out there. A lighthouse on a caisson 6 kilometres out in the sea, Drogden Fyr.
The Navy has used it as a Coastal Lookout Station since 1937. The Germans occupied the lighthouse during World War II. They mounted an air defence grenade, and used it when British planes fired at the lighthouse. The men who work here have no desire for another job. At least not, if you ask the boss of the lighthouse.
Every Wednesday is the changeover day. Fresh men and fresh supplies sail 6 kilometres to their second home.
They have their own room, a common living room, and a large workroom, which is their lookout point.
About 100 big ships pass the lighthouse every day and the channel is only 300 meters wide.
Drogden Lighthouse is an outpost, but only in the literal sense.

A walk among the old well preserved houses in Dragoer is a great way to spend an hour or two. The cinema in Dragoer has two honorary members. One of them is Ghita Norby and the other one is: Viggo Mortensen. Known as Aragorn in “The Lord of the Rings”. He has family in Dragoer!

“Dragør was founded in the 12th century, and grew quickly as a fishing port. In 1370, the Hanseatic League was granted some trade privileges in the town. Dragør continued to grow – as the home of one of the largest fishing fleets in the country and as a base for salting and processing fish.” Wikipedia.

The Light

Yesterday was a wonderful day by the seaside.
An unexpected summer day.

The eastern light our spires touch at morning,
The light that slants upon our western doors at evening,
The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight,
Moon light and star light, owl and moth light,
Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade.
O Light Invisible, we worship Thee!

T.S. Eliot