When you've seen one beach, you haven't seen them all
Tuesday, September 19 Look at that sun, we can't wait to start our day! The baby birds are up too, clamoring for food from their harried mothers. We get into the car and drive past the last little town, Å, through a long tunnel to a parking lot, from which we can walk down to the tip of the island, with unbelievably beautiful views all around, and so quiet - just the sounds of nature. The ground is a mixture of mossy grass and rocks. Turns out that the innocent looking swaying grass hides swampy wet spots, and soon our feet are soaked through to the socks. But who cares - this is so special and amazing - looking north west as well as southeast and then back across those swampy traps After a quick visit back at the house, less than 10 minutes away, to change shoes and socks, we drive into the town of Å, the center of which is a cluster of pretty red Rorbuer lining a sheltered harbor We walk out on the pier and try to get near a seabird just sittin