As anticipated, we woke to the sound of rain on the tent. Wet weather camping requires much greater care and organisation than when it’s dry, so we were at least prepared and ready for the damp start.

Brews and breakfast were carefully consumed inside the shelter of the tent before we set off at around 08:30.

We’d managed to negotiate an early check in at the farm where we were heading to, so wanted to maximise on that, as well as being out of the worst of the weather which was due after lunch.

As it turned out, we had a lucky start, with just a bit of drizzle then dry, calm conditions…

Until we reached the port town of Holbæk. We free wheeled past some big boats as the sky grew ever threatening. The search for an open cafe on a Sunday morning began without success and our hoods up.

Just inland, we finally found shelter and salvation, paying a premium price for a trendy coffee and Danish pastry in exchange for some welcome indoor space, a bit of rest and mainly to be able to sit down out of our wet gear.

The worst of the weather seemed to pass over while we sipped our drinks. I ordered another while Clare ventured into the nearby shops to procure some food for lunch. In her return, neither of us could tolerate any further caffeine or sugary purchases, so we left the warmth of the coffee shop, and got peddling, just as the rain picked up again.

My right shoe was first to breach, then my legs and down the zip of my jacket. The damp soaked in, but we kept momentum and whooped our way along, laughing at the ridiculousness of our predicament and willing the kilometres to pass by. We arrived at the little town of Kirke Såby, utterly sodden. Clare took on the task of buying provisions, while I waited with the bikes, sheltering between a pallet of charcoal and some trays of flowers.

We probably kept up our fastest pace of the trip, and after following a long straight road out into the countryside, arrived at the farm, where as promised, the key had been left out for us. We couldn’t get inside fast enough.

Inside was a haven! One big open plan room and a big bathroom, where our tent is currently drying out.

Showered, fed and with kit hanging up to dry, we passed the rest of the afternoon watching a movie on an actual TV screen. Quite a treat for us! After dinner, the weather began to clear and the day finished with a super sunset.

The following day started with the sound on rain on the velux windows, but that was no problem for us as we’d booked a second night here to weather out the weather. All we had to do was eat, sleep, rest and relax. Around mid-morning though, we decided to cycle over to a nearby town as the sun had actually come out. We passed by a sawmill that had a whole yard filled with neatly cut stacks of huge tree trunks.

There wasn’t much going on in town, but the supermarket had some fresh bread and pastries on sale. Sadly, as we were about to leave, a roll of thunder clapped overhead and rain suddenly hosed down again! We sheltered again by the trollies, feeling somewhat too far away from our lovely dry haven!

We were about to start peddling off as the rain began to ease, but Clare suggested we wait it out a little longer. A good job too, as after looking in the few shops that were open, then sun came out again! We took a seat by the church and then a nice walk through the unbelievably well kept gardens/graveyard.

There were more big clouds on the horizon, so we quickly cycled the 5km home while we still had the chance of doing it in the dry!

Further showers throughout the afternoon and evening, and the fact that we felt really tired meant that we were happy to enjoy the inside space!