“On good days, Sylt is a lithesome figure that dances on the edge of the North Sea. A sort of nymph that guards access to Jutland behind. On dull days, Sylt just lies sullen, shrouded by charcoal cloud, and the lazy waves leave their murky flotsam on the beach. But it is on wild days that Sylt really comes alive in its watery solitude. The winter storms often bring a taste of sorrow.”

By Nicky Gardner, writing about the north Frisian island of Sylt in the March 2008 issue of hidden europe magazine (page 27). Courtesy of hidden europe magazine (www.hiddeneurope.co.uk).