You park along the gravel shoulder near Fehmarnsund and follow the footpath that slopes through tall grasses toward a sliver of blonde sand. Overhead, the great concrete arch of the bridge hums with traffic bound for the island, but down here the only sound is the lap of the Baltic against pebbles and the occasional cry of a herring gull. The water is pale green and surprisingly calm, sheltered by the narrows, and the bottom stays firm underfoot as you wade deeper.
“The only Fehmarn beach where you can swim beneath the island's iconic bridge span.”
Aerial view of turquoise tropical bay
Families claim the few wooden benches beneath wind-bent willows, unpack thermoses of coffee, and watch their children build dams in the shallow tide pools. There are no kiosks, no lifeguard towers—just a handful of locals who know this spot exists and return for its unadorned simplicity. A fishing boat drifts past, net buoys clinking, and you smell diesel mixed with seaweed.
When the sun climbs higher, the sand warms enough to lie on, and you stretch out with a book, listening to the rhythmic clang of rigging from the small marina nearby. The bridge's shadow moves slowly across the water like a sundial. By late afternoon, the beach empties entirely, leaving only your footprints and the faint scent of salt drying on skin.
