Sondervig Summer House

About 10 kilometers west of Rinkobing is the resort area of Sondervig. Mark's mom's family has had a small summer house there for a number of years. I won't go into the details of our misguided arrival that had us wandering around looking for the house that Mark hadn't been to in about 15 years, but suffice it to say we were happy to finally kick our feet up. Literally. Mark was a big fan of the hammock. We maintained a rigorous schedule. Up at the crack of 10am. Read Harry Potter by the fire. Take the one minute walk to the beach. Look for amber on the beach. Hit the hammock. Repeat.
I have to say I was convinced, absolutely convinced I would find a piece of amber in the sand during one of our numerous walks. I can't count the number of times I picked up a brown rock and showed it to everyone only to have them (translation, Mark) laugh at me and chuck my rock in the water. Pick up brown rock. Show Mark. Ignore laughing. Repeat. And oh I forgot the part about knocking the rock on my teeth, because amber sounds and feels different than rock on your teeth. At least so I'm told.
After a couple of days of rainy beach weather akin to Stinson beach in the winter, the rest of the Fleeton clan arrived and brought the sun with them. Will couldn't find any amber either.
We had a great time between hanging at the house, playing at the beach, eating fabulous Danish pastries and playing card games into the wee hours of the night.
Mark bought a kite for Will ...
but Will was most pleased with the plastic cleaning bucket.
Climb into the bucket full of water. Splash and laugh. Be removed by adult from said bucket.
Repeat.