Can you recommend the buffet, I asked my hairy friend.
I think it’s delicious but take a walk in the area and see for yourself!
So I did what the horse said and it was worth it, even in cloudy weather though I left the buffet for the horse and his fellowship.
Sophienholm is an old country house at Bagsvaerd Lake, built-in 1768-69. Today, the buildings give room for the art museum Sophienholm.
The park is a very popular excursion and makes up a small part of a spectacular greenery.
I’m walking in steep hills among ancient trees in an icy cold rain. I put my course towards the Norwegian Hut.
High above the lake lies the little wooden house as a part of an artistic installation, Eremitagen og bjergbestigersken.
In former time at the same place was a house where poets could sit and write.
In 1993, when the art work was complete, an author could receive the key to the house.
In the middle of the wood with a view over the water artists can meditate or write inspired by nature and tranquillity.
A pale concrete foundation under the house is the starting point for the work of art. The concrete protrusion faces Norway. Thus the name the Norwegian House.
My walk continue towards Sophienholm with its associated buildings and greenhouse. Today I stick to the humble buildings if one might call the Cobra Room for humble.
Some of the most outstanding artists in Denmark are represented at Sophienholm.
Today is February 2 and today is the Candlemas Day. This means that half of the winter has elapsed.
In the old days the pawn must have half the feed and grain for bread at Candlemas.
If the sun shines clear on Candlemas Day, a lot of snow will come. No snow in my own weather forecast, my image is an archive picture.
According to my calender the hedgehog is in deep winter sleep with a body temperature of 2-6 degrees.
Happy Light Light Celebration to all of you ❤
I dag er det den 2. februar, og i dag er det Kyndelmissedag. Det betyder, at halvdelen af vinteren er gået.
I gamle dage skulle bonden have halvdelen af foder og korn til brød på Kyndelmissedag .
Hvis solen skinner klart på Kyndelmissedag, vil der komme en masse sne. Ingen sne i min egen vejrudsigt, mit billede er et arkiv billede.
Ifølge min kalender er pindsvinet i dyb vinter søvn med en kropstemperatur på 2-6 grader.
Lad os fejre lyset. Rigtig god lysfest ❤
There is a network of ancient roads on Zealand from Lejre via Roskilde and Furesø Municipality up to Elsinore. It is along these sunken roads that one might find 5,000 year old dolmens from the Neolithic. Here is a rarity: One of the few known well preserved and exposed dolmens is with all four tombs. A total area of the elongated measuring 25x8x1 meters. There are a total of 30 border stones. All four chambers are quite large – between 1.6 and 2.10 meters long.
DronningedyssenDronningedyssenVed Dronningedyssen
Jeg har før skrevet om Bondestenalderens hulveje fra Lejre gennem Roskilde og videre op mod Helsingør og Nordkysten. I kan se mit indlæg her fra Det Største Forsvarstårn i Nordeuropa
“Firkammerdyssen eller Dronningedyssen med reference til Kongedyssen også kaldet Dæmpegårdsdyssen. Et stykke længere oppe ad oldtidsvejen ved Avlskarlevold ligger øst for stien en imponerende langdysse med velbevarede randsten. Dyssen har fire kamre, det nordligste og ældste kammer ligger på langs med dyssen, de andre tre på tværs. Det største kammer, som er restaureret, har en stor dæksten, som er flækket, og en lille gang. Et af kamrene er blevet fyldt op med jord, og det sydligste kammer mangler sin dæksten, men har velbevarede bæresten og spor efter en indgang.” ¹. Oldtidsstier.dk
There are strange and mysterious sounds
When the winds of winter blow,
The long nights are crystal clear and cold,
And the fields and meadows are covered with snow.
The stars are frosty against the sky,
And the wind’s whistle is shrill,
As the snow blows against the house
And drifts against the hill.
Yet, I like to see during the winter
A white carpet on the ground,
To plod aimlessly in the deep snow,
where deer tracks abound.
I like to feel the stillness
Of a crisp winter’s night,
Watching a full moon rise over the horizon,
Exposing a winter wonderland beautiful and bright. Joseph T. Renaldi
Der er ingenting i verden så stille som sne, når den sagte gennem luften daler, dæmper dine skridt, tysser, tysser blidt på de stemmer, som for højlydt taler. Der er ingenting i verden af en renhed som sne, svanedun fra himlens hvide vinger. På din hånd et fnug er som tåredug. Hvide tanker tyst i dans sig svinger. Der er ingenting i verden, der kan mildne som sne. Tys, du lytter, til det tavse klinger. O, så fin en klang, sølverklokkesang inderst inde i dit hjerte ringer. – Helge Rode
HANNA'S WALK 
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