On Day Three we went back to the Königsstuhl, by bus, and found out one had to pay eight Euros to enter the visitor center and see the view from the top of the 118 metre high chalk cliff. So we contented ourselves with a wander on the beach. Then back to Sassnitz and a wander around the harbour to the breakwater lighthouse which guards the harbour entrance as the sun was setting.
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| the protected beech tree forest |
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| a wrecked shell of a boat |
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| old rope tangled and matted by the tide |
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| old rope and red algae |
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| The Coccinellidae are a family of beetles, known variously as ladybirds |
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| The Ancient Greek word for seaweed was φῦκος (fūkos or phykos) |
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| a fine goatee |
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| green rocks and blue sky |
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| the coastline... |
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| the flotsam from a shipwreck |
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| the first cat we encountered... |
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| the steps down to the harbour |
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| the sun starts to set |
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| flying home across the harbour |
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| towards Sassnitz's new narbour |
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| he touched the butt... |
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| mine... |
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| all moored up for the night |
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| the setting sun |
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| It's not a schooner... it's a Sailboat. |
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| A schooner IS a sailboat stupid head! |
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| Sassnitz Breakwater Lighthouse |
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| a fish supper |
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| nightfall in the old harbour |
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