Beowulf, The Danish King Roar and the Heorot

There are moments in my life that has established themselves as Oscar-winning films. Oscars for best scenario and best plots.
There is the story of Beowulf who hears about friends who are in need in Denmark. He comes to help and defeats monsters, goblins and dragons.
There are stories of bog holes so creepy that deer choose the death by biting dogs, rather than the flight into the bog.
There is a story about a mighty meat hall in Lejre where King Roar generously shares his possessions between the men who honour him while quoting verses and letting themselves entertain by women.
Some of the best scenarios are from the fjord country; Landscapes with undulating wheat fields, where narrow picturesque roads winding between mounds and small village churches. Flashing fjords and lakes, promontories and inlets, hills and beautiful forests.
Does that sound like a fairy tale? It’s true because when I walk in the fjord country on a beautiful summer day, the adventure feels for real.

I have walk and cycled on countless trails in the fjord country.
Now I have found some new information’s, which many of you probably are familiar with.
The new data adds a new dimension to the landscape I know so well.
It was during a cross-search of Danish Vikings and Iceland, that I came across the Beowulf Poem.
The story of Beowulf is a unique plot written by English monks in the 8th century. A heroic poem. The poem begins with a celebration of Danish kings and King Skjold and his family.

It is the hero Beowulf who tells of King Skjold that he as a little child came to the royal solve Denmark, sailing alone on a ship.
The Danes saw a ship steer towards the shore; it had no oars outside, and there were no men to see at deck. As the ship slid in and lay down on the shore, people found a small boy lying alone on the deck. His head rested on a sheaf, and around him weapons were stacked.
The Danes carried the boy ashore, brought him to town; and proclaimed him as a king on a sacred stone, King Skjold.

Beowulf belonged to the Goths in Sweden, but he also had close ties to the Danish court, where he had stayed for a while when he was a child. When he learned that the ageing King Roar was in deep distress, he gathered a dozen of the best fighters and came to Roar’s rescue.

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A few year back archaeologists uncovered post holes after a mighty meat hall uncovered from 500 years A.D. in Lejre. The hall is from the same period as the legend of the royal family Skoldungerne with Roar, Helge and Rolf Krake and the famous ‘Hjorthal’ or known in England as Heorot. There are plans for a reconstruction of Heorot in Lejre.

You can read much more about these important finds in the notes.

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Secrets of Beowulf revealed Relics discovered Danish feasting hall featured Britains oldest epic poem.
Visit Lejre

Experience Nature

I had one of my known walks when suddenly I heard a cry, it was the lapwing. The bird is a seldom guest so close to built-up areas. I succeeded to photograph the lapwing despite it’s a fast flying acrobat.

Vibe over Frederiksdal

Fæstningskanalen

The Ferry

There is something magical about this ferry, Hundested-Rørvig Færgefart. Geographically we are close to the outskirts of Denmark.
Outskirts, a word used negatively in the public debate in Denmark.
I consider the outskirts of Denmark as a gilt-edged stock.
Nowadays tranquillity and untouched nature is hard to find but it’s something we all need to find in some point of our lives.
The ferry is like a magic door to an area of adventures; to beautiful coastlines and landscapes.

The Ferry returns to Rørvig

The Ferry returns to Rørvig

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God tur i sommerlandet,  husk regntøj og madpakke!

Skansehage og Korshage

Hundested-Rørvig Færgefart A/S

The Blueberry Season

I shot the blueberry season underway yesterday. An early start for a delicious morsel. The characteristic for the blueberries are an upright, deciduous dwarf shrub with dark blue berries. Shrub is from 15 to 45 cm and is easily recognised because the branches are square, green and smooth. The leaves are 8-25 mm long, finely serrated, short-stemmed and green underside. Later in the year the leaves are often brown spotted. The flowers are first light, since red-green to completely red and sitting solitary in axils. The bloated jar shaped flowers are four to seven millimetres long; the stamens are smooth. The berries are six to eight mm, dark blue, or black glistening with a purple juice that reveals the blueberry eat socket when the lips are coloured blue – Very revealing, I might add.

Wish you all a good hunt!!!

Happy Celebration of St John’s Eve

The deepest and most beautiful lake in Denmark

The lake is very special to me. The stories are piling up. It is as if the lake is a constant source of new adventures.
I have experienced many types of weather conditions by the lake. But the most notable was a day when the fog came rolling across the lake.
We started the day in bright sunlight but suddenly we noticed a big dark phenomena on the lake.
It was the fog that literally rolled over the lake and enveloped us in an instant.
The lake, Furesøen, is the deepest lake in Denmark; 37,7 meters deep and the dimensions are 932 hectares.

Happy walk ❤

RED BULL CLIFF DIVING KØBENHAVN 2016

Red Bull Cliff Diving returns on Saturday June 18, 2016 to Copenhagen for the third time when 14 of the world’s best divers transforms the iconic Opera to a diving tower. ¹

Fra tårnet på Marmorkirken ses kongehusets bolig, Amalienborg med Operaen i baggrunden

Fra tårnet på Marmorkirken ses kongehusets bolig, Amalienborg med Operaen i baggrunden

Cliff Diving

These pictures are from June 2013.

Cliff Diving

¹ Get all information about the event 18.06.2016 at Red Bull Cliff Diving

To a Skylark

The lark trills to its heart high above the field. It disappears into the sky like a tiny dot, but the song is heard miles away and fills me with unspeakable joy. Nature is a gift!

Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky!
Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound?
Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye
Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground?
Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will,
Those quivering wings composed, that music still!
Leave to the nightingale her shady wood;
A privacy of glorious light is thine;
Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood
Of harmony, with instinct more divine;
Type of the wise who soar, but never roam;
True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home!
By William Wordsworth

Happy walk ❤

Summer Sun

“Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.

Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.

The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.

Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy’s inmost nook.

Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.”
Summer Sun, by Robert Louis Stevenson

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