Day Nine Thursday 28th July

Having said that the facilities were good, G was not impressed last night when he went to have a shower, got undressed and placed  the "tally card"  which we had been required to load up on a pre-pay basis, into the slot, only to be told 'not enough money left'. In Danish, of course! 25 Krone,  about £3.50, had provided one shower and a couple of loo trips. We shall avoid sites using  Tallycards in future wherever possible.
Today's exploring proved very interesting. We headed for Jelling, which Lonely Planet informed us was a place of such historical and spiritual importance that most Danish people visit it at least once in their lifetime. In a small village, insignificant on the map, is a beautifully kept site with two burial mounds and a church between them. There is a most impressive information centre, with wonderful interactive moving graphic displays telling the story of Christianity in Denmark from the 10th century to the present day.
We then made for our planned Camperstop, which sounded idyllic. A forest Rastplatz, or layby, where campfires were permitted. Sadly,someone had taken this permission to extremes- the loos were wrecked and burnt out, whether by accident or on purpose it was hard to tell. But it was a shock to find such a mess when we have become accustomed to well kept laybys with never even any litter in sight. We had lunch, including our first experience of Proper Danish Pastries, seriously good, and then moved on.
Before heading to our alternative site we couldn't resist a detour via Billund. G pulled into a layby opposite the entrance to Legoland, and risked life and limb scampering across the road braving the coaches turning and the hordes of visitors to take a photo and prove we were there! We then headed out again, quickly, past the Airport built especially to serve Legoland.
And so, another evening, another marina, this one far classier than last night's. It is just outside the small town of Bortok, and approached down a meandering lush road of large, impressive houses. There is a nice looking restaurant which was full when we strolled past, a few smart apartments, and a 'clubhouse' similar to the one at Egense two nights ago. The night is still, and the marina and the views from it lovely - reminiscent of the South Devon coast. We are on our own in the designated Campervan area.