I was going to Tåsinge island with a friend. Whilst I waited for her in my flying club, Christian, Anders and Boye landed from a trip to Jutland. They needed a refreshment, and luckily someone left a cake in the fridge! Well, they probably wanted to keep it for themselves, but never mind, we took it up and had a piece:
Soon my friend arrived, and we took off. She wanted to be anonimous in my blogposts, and I of course respected that. So I will call her Mette here.
It takes about 45 minutes to fly to Tåsinge island, but we were not in a hurry – did some rounds over the places we wanted to see from other angles. Svendborg Strait on the photo below, with Svendborg on the left:
Mette and I also did a round over Tåsinge, before landing. The runway of the island is highlighted by the pink arrows:
As the first thing after landing, we pitched our tents under the wings of my OY-9797:
We prepared the sleeping pads and bags, took the bikes, and went exploring.
Bregninge church was visible from a long distance. At 72 m above sea level, Bregninge Kirkebakke (church hill) is the highest point on the island. Mette and I decided to visit the church.
There were lots of blackberries on the way, and we often had longer stops to enjoy them:
The church was open, and we were welcome to visit the tower. On top, the views were spectacular. Each of the pillars of the top platform had a plate with a list of other churches, one could see from there. How many churched do you think it is possible to see from there? Not less than 65!
Well, we didn’t want to check that fact, but were amazed by the views. Tåsinge museum was just down the road:
Mette and I went to the church where we saw this coffin-shaped tombstone of red-grey granite, from approx. 1200-1250:
The runic inscription informed: “Svend Sassersøn lies below. Helge Degn made the inscription. Master Bo made the thomb”.
Inside, the Bregninge church was quite interesting in its architecture and decorations.
It was previously owned by the noble family Juel, later Juel-Brockdorff, who owned the Valdemar castle in the past. The family still owns the burial chapel on the north side of the church.
After admiring the interior of the church for a while, Mette and I left to return back to the airfield, to our tents.
Sometimes we biked by some charming old houses – and I always took a break to appreciate their beauty:
Horses were very friendly, and we fed them with a little bunch of grass:
I wanted to go for a swim, and we walked to a small sandy beach near the airport, but unfortunately there was a private hunting event in the area (we didn’t hear any shooting) and a warning sign.
We changed direction, and walked to the end of the runway. It was possible to get into the water, but it looked like there were many rocks there, and I decided to wait with the swimming till next day.
The Aviator and The Blue Bear loved the rosé, Mette brought with her:
After finishing our dinner, we were sitting in the airport’s garden for a while. The sun was getting down and the air temperature dropped quickly. Mette and I didn’t really want to go to bed, but it was getting dark and cold.
The skies were clear and I hoped to get up at night to see the stars.
