|Wieck Klappbrücke raised|
The number 2 bus runs every fifteen minutes - thirty minutes on weekends - between Greifswalder ZOB and Wieck Brücke. The journey takes twenty-three minutes, and if you are traveling in a group it is cheaper if you ask the driver for a group ticket for each multiple of five people. We know all this because meine Geliebte organised a photogroup excursion of 23 English speaking photographers there one sunny Saturday in April. Organising a large group of photographers is like herding cats, because they keep wandering off distracted by promising things to photograph. But she managed to keep them all together for a whole day, and the same number returned to Berlin from Greifswald as traveled out. Success!
We also got some great photographs, and those of the group who like eating fish said that the fish served up in Wieck was the tastiest they had eaten. It should be, given that it was freshly caught right here in the bay.
|Fish caught in the Baltic being unloaded|
|Fresh fish for sale|
We're not lovers of eating fish - we leave all that to our cat Cassie, who prefers this arrangement. But we do love being beside the sea; there's something about the quality of the light and the smell of the sea breeze. Lots of other folk are also drawn to the Baltic, and this village looks like it will be heaving with visitors in Summer. Even in April it was quite busy around the harbour. We left our group at the Fischbrötchen stall and went exploring further.
|Eine Reuse is a fish-trap. This looks more like a tourist-trap.|
|I think I have fallen in love with Hedi!|
|The Harbour Master's house.|
The blue line to the right of the door marks the flood level on 13th September 1872
Wieck isn't just a picturesque harbour though, it is also a picturesque village too. The village has a large number of thatched cottages, though they are so pristine that it looks as if they were built last week. Perhaps they were? There is a bit of a toy-town feel though, and I think many of them are holiday homes to let, or second homes for rich city-dwellers.
The coastline to the East of Wieck stretches around a calm estuary with a long curve of pale golden sand. I suspect that in Summer you would have to pay to go here, but we easily slipped around the fence.
Caspar David Friedrich painted this coastline, and I chanced to take my own take on Der Mönch am Meer (The Monk by the Sea) :