We'd initially intended to get some work done in Bremen, but of course, it didn't happen (it never does). I even brought my computer so I can update my blog everyday about what I was doing, but no. I really should learn. And stop trying. I'm also ridiculously uninspired when I'm away on holiday (I guess my mind just shuts off) and I only ever seem to be able to write anything when I'm sitting at home--I would make a terrible travel blogger.
Dangast, a little village on the coast close to the North Sea. By the time we got there, the tide was pretty low so it looked like this:
|And yes, in case you're wondering, that is a penis.|
|Endless dike dotted with sheep, sheep, sheep, and more sheep (and sheep poo).|
|Not a single sheep let us pet/cuddle/touch/get near it. Bah.|