It was on a bike ride Rudolph Tegner found the perfect place for his sculptures:
On a trip over fences and bog rose a bare hill in North Zealand.
Swallows flew over the ground, and the larks disappeared into space with jubilant song –
The wind stroked moaning over grass and heather and no man was to see for miles away.
This was the place.
The long hill with the vast view towards Kullen –
Kattegat in the north, and the forests at Esrum and Horneby in the west and south.
There, countless of statues could grow and become one with earth and sky.