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 😉
Hidden in the dark forest
Forest
Faul Play in the Forest
Sometimes, a story sticks with me for a long time. It was such a one my friend; JJ told me about. One day he had a walk in the big old forest, Gribskov. That particular day was a day where he walked for hours without meeting anyone.
It was on his way home just before the fir trees darken the paths, that he saw two men digging between the trees up upon a hill.
One of them caught glimpse of JJ and threw the spade exclaiming: I gotta have a talk with that man down there!
My friend didn’t wait for him. He disappeared further into the forest, where the shady dark green colour becomes black and the intense scent of fir trees merge together in the silence.
Even years after hearing the story I fantasise about what they dug up – or down upon that hill.
The story popped up again when I saw the image of Hans Andersen Brændekilde, Jægeren.
I get the impression of foul play.
Jægeren by Hans Andersen Brændekilde
A Danish painter; H.A. Brændekilde
Born 7. April 1857, Brændekilde, Death 30. marts 1942, Jyllinge.
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
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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
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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 🙂
Note
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 Cautious Visit
Mighty roars that echo beneath the treetops.
Stags are defending their territory and they are fast runners.
You better keep a good distance 😉
The Haze in Autumn
Withered woods, dried up rivers.
People talk about summer in October.
About confused bird nesting.
Chestnut trees and rhododendrons are in bloom.
Today I heard this advice in the radio:
Enjoy the weather and don’t think.
Walk softly in nature
Walk softly and you might see a young squirrel 🙂
Autumn Is Here
We walk past the clay pit turned into an azure lake.
Before there were excavators, now fish are swimming.
We walk past the weir and the yellow owl house.
The owl house because the owl chose the chimney as a lookout point.
Looking for the bird, knowing that it found a nice box without smoke.
Wandering along lakes with shoes disappearing in leaves.
It is October, Autumn is here.
Buttercups and Fairy Miners
Everything is lush and green as far as the eye can see, but after a while there is something that interferes with the green.
Golden glimpse between tall pines. Buttercups. Billions of buttercups.
As if that weren’t enough, the beautiful Icelandic horses adorn the meadow and immortalise this vibrant summer day
That’s what walking is all about:
Beautiful discoveries ❤
There must be fairy miners
Just underneath the mould,
Such wondrous quaint designers
Who live in caves of gold.
They take the shining metals,
And beat them into shreds,
And mould them into petals
To make the flowers’ heads.
Sometimes they melt the flowers
To tiny seeds like pearls,
And store them up in bowers
For little boys and girls.
And still a tiny fan turns
Above a forge of gold,
To keep, with fairy lanterns,
The world from growing old.
By Wilfrid Thorley
The Awakening of an Oak
High skies and a light breeze.
An oak holds its breath, while a tree creeper sweep the deep furrows.
Church bells in the distance blends, with a bullfinch’s cautious call.
I take a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air mixed with the delicate fragrance of sorrel.
A slight breeze awakens the oak, the tree creeper disappears around a corner,
I disappear down the path, rested and happy.
Hanna Greenwood
Happy walk to all of you.
HANNA'S WALK 
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