Where do you get inspiration for your walks?

Where do you get your inspiration when you are going for a walk?
I found myself without any idea the other day. I had one glorious one in mind but it was far to late for train and ferry.
By a process of elimination, I chose the train towards Copenhagen and soon I found myself on Kalvebod Fælled on Vestamager, a place I have visit before.
But this time I decided I wasn’t going to walk these endless paths.
From the last time I knew there would be bikes for rent. Though I didn’t know how good the bikes were.
Now I’ve tried one and it was really great. I had an extraordinary ride with twinkling lights a blinking sea and wide open spaces where horses were grazing and birds foraging.
A group of children were swimming, and people went surfing further down the beach. A sailboat had crashed under one of the recent storms. A guy checked with the police who already knew about the ship.
I was so happy for the sun and the long bike ride that I forgot about the deadline for submission of the bike. It became a bit of rush at the end.
It is highly recommended. Not the rush but the bike ride!


You can download a map and read more about this stunning area; Kalvebod Fælled

Rent a bike: Friluftshuset

13 thoughts on “Where do you get inspiration for your walks?

  1. I think you won’t be surprised, but… I love this area ❤
    I can confirm that biking there is a great idea, the area is too big to be covered only by walking 😉
    Did you see a havørn?

    • I thought of you when I went by the Metro. I heard the ‘Vibe’ and another bird that sounds very much jungle-like. As if the bird was laughing at Amazon’s language 🙂 I’ve heard it before near Rådvad but I’m not closer to solve what kind of exotic bird it is.
      Of course, I also saw herons, but the bird is so tame that it sits on my landing reading special offers for fisheries 🙂
      Sorry but no eagle!! Not what I was aware of I was in a hurry for the last part of the ride.

  2. A very pleasant outing, Hanna. And handy to hire a bike. Pity the blackberries aren’t ripe enough for picking. It would have been nice to sit in the sun and nibble away at them.

    • Hi Alen. The berries just need a little bit more of sun which use to be a minor problem in the summer under normal conditions 🙂
      The place is awesome due to the magnificent view. Your eyes can rest on swaying grasses horses cattle and birds gather to migrate.
      That’s what make my spirit sing 🙂

  3. Relativ nyt inddæmmet område, men allerede godt i gang naturmæssigt – i den forbindelse er 70 år jo blot et splitsekund – de militære ammunitionsjægere har også gjort deres arbejde – skønt at der etableres et sådan område så tæt på en metropol – håber mange benytter sig af tilbuddet – hamrende flotte billeder… 🙂

    • Jeg har lige læst, at helt tilbage på Christian den 4.’s tid brugte militæret fælleden til øvelsesterræn. Det er ikke sært, at der skulle et stort oprydningsarbejde til 🙂
      Jeg kom til at tænke på Høvelte, Sjælsø Sandholm. Der var jeg på tur for flere år siden. Desværre er der langt imellem besøgsdagene for publikum, da militæret stadigvæk har øvelser på området. Militære øvelsesområder har noget særlig natur at tilbyde:
      Mange gode hilsner til dig, Drake!

    • Thanks for comment!! It is a very good tactic, rabirius. Especially if Georgia’s mountains entice in the horizon 🙂 Georgia is still on my bucket list.
      But you’re right, sometimes you just have to go out of your front door, then the inspiration comes along while walking.
      It’s hard not to think of The Roads Go Ever On by Tolkien. For me J.R.R. Tolkien gets the essential up in his poetry about walking… The adventure ❤

      Roads go ever ever on,
      Over rock and under tree,
      By caves where never sun has shone,
      By streams that never find the sea;
      Over snow by winter sown,
      And through the merry flowers of June,
      Over grass and over stone,
      And under mountains in the moon.

      Roads go ever ever on,
      Under cloud and under star.
      Yet feet that wandering have gone
      Turn at last to home afar.
      Eyes that fire and sword have seen,
      And horror in the halls of stone
      Look at last on meadows green,
      And trees and hills they long have known.

      The Road goes ever on and on
      Down from the door where it began.
      Now far ahead the Road has gone,
      And I must follow, if I can,
      Pursuing it with eager feet,
      Until it joins some larger way,
      Where many paths and errands meet.

      The Road goes ever on and on
      Down from the door where it began.
      Now far ahead the Road has gone,
      And I must follow, if I can,
      Pursuing it with weary feet,
      Until it joins some larger way,
      Where many paths and errands meet.
      And whither then? I cannot say.

      The Road goes ever on and on
      Out from the door where it began.
      Now far ahead the Road has gone.
      Let others follow, if they can!
      Let them a journey new begin.
      But I at last with weary feet
      Will turn towards the lighted inn,
      My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

      Still ’round the corner there may wait
      A new road or secret gate;
      And though I oft have passed them by,
      A day will come at last when I
      Shall take the hidden paths that run
      West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

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