The horse-drawn carriages add a special atmosphere. It’s like travelling back in time.
European Cultural Landscape
An Idyllic Eatery In The Forest
Peter Lieps Hus is steeped in tradition in the Deer Park north of Copenhagen.
I found wonderful paintings on wikimedia from two Danish painters: Paul Gustav Fischer and C.M. Soya – Jensen.
What a joyous time to look forward to, spring and summer ❤
Skovtur ved Peter Lieps hus i Dyrehaven, 1904
Dansk maler; Paul Gustav Fischer, 22. juli 1860 i København – 5. januar 1934 i Gentofte
Peter Lieps House on a winter day waiting for guests to arrive.
On an autumn day in the Deer Park.
Peter Lieps Hus by Hanna’s Walk, Hanna Greenwood.
Peter Lieps Hus set fra bagsiden
Dansk maler; C.M. Soya_Jensen
Date of birth/death: 27 December 1860 – 21 February 1912
A Walk and a Sailing Myth
The small ferry sailing around Frederiksborg Castle resembles undeniably a little boat from Legoland.
However, many people are having a joyous day on the lake with a different view to the castle
Recently I heard on the radio that the little boat is a rebuilt lifeboat from one of the most famous vessels in Danish history:
The ship Jutlandia, a floating hospital, that went on three expeditions from 1951 to 1953 during the Korean War.
That changed completely my perspective on the small ferry, until yesterday, when I did some research.
The shipping company tells the story on their website. The ferry has sailed the lake since 1952, and the story about the lifeboat is so popular that it has almost turned into a truth. Some myths are worth saving 🙂
You can take a wonderful walk around the lake and through the Baroque garden or you can continue towards Gribskov and wilderness.
Click the link to see my beautiful walk towards the mountain in the forest:
A Glorious Walk at Frederiksborg Castle
I’ve spent magical times on my walks at Frederiksborg Castle north of Copenhagen. Winter evenings were beautiful. The Stable Street and portals, gate towers and turrets, the courtyards and of course the view of Frederiksborg Castle, covered with snow all together added the impression of a fairy tale.
These delights are surrounded by wonderful castle gardens.
My plan was to revisit the renaissance castle, the baroque garden and not least the ordinary and spectacular garden with ponds and old trees. Bathhouse, hunting castle and the grazing Dexter cows. Well you might not call it ordinary after all.
Oh! What were the ducks waiting for?
They are waiting for their feathers to grow out properly so they can fly over the castle and enjoy the beautiful sight of all the glory. They will also take the opportunity to forage.
Please remember your lunch!
The Magic Fairy Land
Have you ever been out in field and woodland, by streams and lakes, by a tree all in blossom or a hedgerow laden with berries – and just felt sure that you were not alone?
That’s how Teresa Moorey introduce her book: The Fairy Bible.
I’m tempted to read the book because I feel deeply happy to live in a place much alike.
In these days the hawthorn blossoms on the field, Hvidtjørnesletten and makes an unforgettable impression on all beings.
I have been out there several times this week to experience the atmosphere once again.
One evening the field was kind of sacred. The scent of blossoming hawthorn was intoxicating and the quiet soothing sounds from the animals made the place magical.
The deer moved imperceptible between the hawthorns while they graze.
People seemed affected and stood still or spread a blanket just to sit and be in the present. They were lowering their voice and that might have been because of the fairies.
They were afraid to scare them away.
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.
‘A Fairy Song’ by William Shakespeare
Sweet was the walk along the narrow lane
At noon, the bank and hedge-rows all the way
Shagged with wild pale green tufts of fragrant hay,
Caught by the hawthorns from the loaded wain,
Which Age with many a slow stoop strove to gain;
And childhood, seeming still most busy, took
His little rake; with cunning side-long look,
Sauntering to pluck the strawberries wild, unseen.
Now, too, on melancholy’s idle dreams
Musing, the lone spot with my soul agrees,
Quiet and dark; for through the thick wove trees
Scarce peeps the curious star till solemn gleams
The clouded moon, and calls me forth to stray
Thro’ tall, green, silent woods and ruins gray.
‘Sweet Was The Walk’ by William Wordsworth
You are braver than you believe…
If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together, there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart… I’ll always be with you….If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together, keep me in your heart, I’ll stay there forever.
Winnie the Pooh
The picture is from last summer in Jægersborg Dyrehave
My forests are now on the UNESCO World Heritage list
The par force hunting landscape in North Zealand is from today on UNESCO World Heritage list.
The pictures below are from my neighbourhood.
These pictures are from the oldest forest in Denmark, Gribskov.
You can have all the details about the nomination here on the link to Unesco: The Parforce Hunting landscape in North Zealand
I have to add a PS: It’s not really my forests but I have the great privilege to be able to walk there and greet the inhabitants ❤ 🙂
Happy walk and leave no trace behind except your footprint ❤
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