The King Oak is the name of this tree and the age is between 1,500 and 2,000 years old.
A genuine Ent 😊
The tree is Northern Europe’s oldest oak tree, Quercus robur subsp. robur.
Location: 55;54.621N+11;59.356E Jaegerspris Nordskov
Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,
Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,
Dream, and so dream all night without a stir…
~ John Keats, Hyperion, Book I
When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with it fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze.
~ Thomas Carlyle
The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.
~ James Allen
The horse-drawn carriages add a special atmosphere. It’s like travelling back in time.
It’s a long time since I have been in this dark part of the forest.
It really is an interesting experience to cycle through the darkness on a sunny day. This means that you have the forest to yourself – Well, almost 😉
I did a short bike ride yesterday.
A little quiet traffic of bicycles, trains and canoes. A wonderful experience.
Rådvad Dam was a welcoming sight after a dusty bike ride. I was greeted with a light breeze and the swallows’ artificial flight. Rådvad Dam is a lovely part of the Mill River in Kongens Lyngby.
The Great Deer Park has trees for everyone. The old oak department is a department of its own. I’ve found shelter in an old hollow oak on a snowy day.
Bike riding on the small country roads in North Zealand is very enjoyable.
Mind you the last picture is the entrance to a farm with highland cattle 🙂
Wind in my hair and the scent of lilacs.
The blackbird is singing, accompanied by a woman’s soft humming.
That is the poetry of nature the last day in May.
A wonderful Hawthorn
Tucked between the trees is a magnificent house listed in oak for the deer’s food
One among many moods of the ancient Rådvad
An anonymous mass grave from the cholera epidemic in Copenhagen in 1853, is hidden under hawthorns inside the gate of Taarbæk
Click my picture above to read my post about the Death and the Hawthorn
A path along the anonymous graves in Taarbæk
The pond at Rådvad
Another atmosphere provided from Rådvad
HANNA'S WALK 
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