Onwards to Viinistu

Tom has forgotten just how wet it was cycling to Viinistu.  It stopped briefly while we went to a nature centre about the beavers and then again while we walked round the beaver trail.  But we ate our lunch in the drizzle and were totally soaked by 5 when we arrived at the next nature centre. It was shut but the baronial hall was open and with shortage of time we had a choice of going round the house, or the cafe 200 metres further on.  We chose the cafe.  It didn't look like a cafe, more like posh stables of a wealthy establishment, which is probably what it was.  We would never have gone in if we hadn't been told.  Inside was not only warmth, but the wonderful atmosphere of long wooden tables in a long hall, friendly service and excellent food.  We couldn't stay long as we still had some way to go but by the time we left we were warm, drier, fed and it ahead stopped raining.  Our spirits were lifted.

The beaver dams that Tom remarked were untidy. But then he has never tried making a dam with twigs.

The whole of the coast and coastal areas are littered with rocks, called erratic boulders, left from receding glaciers.  A few are really large, many have myths or spiritual meaning attached to them.