The island’s wharf was a 600-foot-long stone dyke with pilings at the end and a deck over them creating a circular platform wide enough to turn around a horse drawn carriage.”
From my dad’s journal of memories, talking time working on his Uncle Peter’s farm on the island of Siø around 1935 to 1937. There were no bridges to the other islands when my dad was living there so the farm was quite isolated, especially in the winter. His uncle had purchased a boat to take the produce and livestock over to Langeland, hiring an old skipper and his family to run it.And there it is!
Somewhat worse for wear.
It was abandoned when Denmark built two bridges connected the island farm to Tåsinge and Langeland. That’s Claus at the end of the pier who took us all about history in his racing time machine.
This small warning light replaced one of the lighthouses on the island.
A boat offshore, different but with an old feel to it.
Dad’s painting of Siø the winter the ocean froze.