Walking From a Castle to a Mountain on an Icy Day.

Athene and me

“The days are short,
The sun a spark,
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.”
From the poem; January by John Updike

The summer was lovely and a light breeze made the walk enjoyable for my friend, Joanna and I. She has a high metabolism like me, like a hobbit, and we didn’t get far before we had our first meal on a bench in the garden of Frederiksborg Castle.

Today* the temperature is slightly difference to put it mildly. There is frost in the air and severe wind but the sun is shining.
I have layer upon layer until there are no more space under my jacket. Nevertheless, I take a short break on a bench beside Athene.

My walk is about 15 km long and I don’t have much time before darkness set in.
I buy a bottle of water in a shop but I cannot open it. My fingers are already frozen. I slip the bottle into the rucksack and continue the walk past the spectacular little castle, Badstuen and Louise’s Island.

The small buildings on the Island in Ødammen was built by Frederick 7. as a miniature version of a Norwegian manor.
I walk through the village Gadevang, and soon I’m on my way up towards the mountain, Fruebjerg, in the forest, Gribskov. The sun is setting and the sight towards the coast is magnificent. I love this view. However I have a train to catch so I hurry down the mountain and through the forest to the train station.
There are ten minutes until the train arrives! I can not remember the last time I’ve been so cold. Well, maybe when I skated as a child 🙂

Curious to learn more? Frederiksborg Castle

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Sommeren var dejlig, og en let brise gjorde vandreturen behagelig for min veninde og mig. Vi har et højt stofskifte, ligesom en hobbit, og vi nåede ikke langt, før vi indtog vores første måltid på en bænk i parken ved Frederiksborg Slot.

I dag er temperaturen anderledes for nu at sige det mildt. Der er frost i luften og hård vind, men solen skinner. Jeg er iført lag på lag indtil der ikke er mere plads under min jakke.
Alligevel tager jeg en kort pause på en bænk ved siden af Athene.

Min tur er cirka 15 km lang, og jeg har ikke meget tid, før mørket indfinder sig.
Jeg har købt vand i en kiosk, men jeg kan ikke åbne flasken. Mine fingre er allerede stivfrosne. Jeg pakker flasken ned i rygsækken, og fortsætter turen forbi det spektakulære lille slot, Badstuen og Louises Ø.
De små bygninger på øen i Ødammen blev bygget af Frederik den 7. som en miniature udgave af en norsk herregård.
Jeg går ud gennem landsbyen Gadevang, og snart er jeg på vej op mod Fruebjerg, inde i skoven. Solen er ved at gå ned, og synet mod kysten er storslået. Det er højdepunktet på turen bogstavelig talt, og i overført betydning. Min vandretur fortsætter i hast mod togstationen, Kagerup.

Her må jeg måtte vente i 10 minutter. Jeg kan ikke huske hvornår jeg har været så nedkølet. Jo, måske dengang, da jeg løb på skøjter som barn 🙂

Frederiksborg Slot

* My walk took place in 2016, but the weather today is very similar to that cold day ❄️
Wish you a wonderful walk out there and remember your packed lunch and the mittens 🥕😊

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.

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:

Walking from a castle to a mountain on an icy day.

Camping in The Forest

I had a lovely walk in the forest some days ago.
After a short walk I met William. He was wearing a big rucksack. His plan was to camp along the lake, Esrum Sø.
The opportunities for camping are possible if you want to sleep out on your way through the big forest, Gribskov.
As we walked I told him of a place near a forester’s house, Graverhus, where he could pick up water.
I don’t exaggerate, I was today’s hero 🙂

Enjoy nature and leave only your footprints behind you ❤

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

How To Find Your Way In My Favourite Forest, Gribskov

Daniele ask me where to buy a map to find his way around in Gribskov. Daniele, thank you for your question. You can download 4 maps covering the forest. The 4 links are at the bottom of this post: PDF Gribskov, Nødebo,…
The link beneath my gallery is from October in the forest.

https://hannaswalk.com/2015/10/16/an-old-forest-in-denmark/

4 Maps to rule your feet in the oldest forest in Denmark:

https://naturstyrelsen.dk/naturoplevelser/naturguider/gribskov/aktiviteter/

Lost in the forest

The temperature is approaching freezing point, the sun is going down, and I’m in the middle of the forest, but where?

Rain gusts had subsided over noon. I can make it before darkness, I thought, as I sat in the train on my way to the forest, Gribskov.
When I walked into the shadows among the trees, the sun was low in the sky, and I decided a short cut down to the well and the horses. A few minutes later, I stood in front of a ‘mountain’ of fallen trees on the small path which was impossible to pass.

Huge trees were broken in the storm and shattered in the fall. Spruces, pines and apparently healthy beech trees lay helter-skelter. It was a sight that surprised me. What an Armageddon when the old giants succumbed. Earth must have trembled as they fell.
I went back down the path, and had a small detour to approach the well. There were no horses, the water ran out among the stones at the bottom of the well.
The hike would be without drinking and without a map.

I forgot the map in my bustle. Who needs a map here, I thought?
Well it turned out that a map would actually have been a great help. The landscape had changed. There were clearings, where before there were woods. And lakes, where before there were meadows. Dark forest roads had changed appearance because fallen trees did room for the sunlight.

A wider forest track enticed me with sunlight, but at the same time I knew that this direction would increase the length of the route. Reluctantly I went back when the desired side road didn’t materialize.

My second choice was better suited. Still, I felt uncomfortable. The cold crept up on me, and a long walk in the silent forest would be an exciting adventure, but unpleasantly dark.
My pace went up, and soon the landscape reminded me of a hike few years ago on a beautiful day when snow crystals glittered and shone in all the colours of the rainbow.

Suddenly I saw hills further up the road and I recognize the landscape again. The mist hid in hollows, the last sunlight set fire to the top of the fir trees and the horses came curiously closer to greet. To increase my excitement ravens flew over my head as to greet me as well.

From the forest guard house sounded cackling, and soon chickens and Muscovy ducks came running down the road. The hens disappeared between the horses’ legs as if they had to test their limits. Quicker than lightning they disappeared up the hill again.

I wonder if they do that every night? Run down the road to get an adrenaline rush and to tease the horses.

The rest of the way to the station was almost without problems. I had some doubt for a moment, but relied on my sense of direction, and soon I saw the station building appeared between the trees.

What a great hike this has been. I’m just as AD-hungry as the chickens at the forest guard house 🙂

Julemand ved Grønnekilde


Ulvedalene, Gribskov
Ved Kagerup station, Gribskov

Happy Hiking ❤ …and remember all your meals 🙂

‘RH-MUL’ ‘INFESTUS NEMO PRAETER VOLABIT’

Tårnet multe

30 Meter Høje Radartårn på det 90 meter høje Multebjerg midt inde i Gribskov

Hvornår tror du, flyvevåbnet giver en kop kaffe? Min ven er meget glad for udsigter, det har derfor været den stående bemærkning gennem mange år, når vi passerede Radarhoved Multebjerg på vandring midt inde i Gribskov.

En rund fødselsdag var nært forstående, og da jeg er glad for at finde på overraskelser, var der ikke langt fra tanke til handling; jeg skrev et brev til forsvarskommandoen i Vedbæk, og forklarede om vennens trang til at komme i højden.

Havde jeg forventet nogen reaktion? Nej, måske ikke. Glæden var derfor stor, da jeg blev ringet op af chefen for Radarhoved Multebjerg. Invitationen skulle være en overraskelse på fødselsdagen, og chefen havde taget det hensyn at ringe for at hemmeligholde arrangementet.  En meget hensynsfuld gestus, synes jeg.

Da fødselsdagen oprandt stod jeg med en officiel indbydelse fra Radarhoved Multebjerg, jeg tror, det er den bedste gave, jeg nogen sinde har givet 🙂

Lille radartårn på Multebjerg, Gribskov

Lille radartårn på Multebjerg, Gribskov

Vi blev modtaget i porten ind til anlægget af Kaptajn Allan Kjerrumgaard, og blev budt velkommen. Vi fik en briefing i bunkeren mange meter under skovens muld. Besøget var en speciel oplevelse, dels fordi det var meget interessant og nyt, men også fordi der var en utrolig god stemning overalt, hvor vi kom frem. Vi var ikke i tvivl, det var en superb arbejdsplads, med en god holdånd.
Snart befandt vi os højt over trækronerne i Gribskov i det høje radartårn, og kunne kigge til Dronningen på Fredensborg Slot og teletårnet mange kilometer væk i Store Dyrehave. Vi kunne se til Tibirke Bakker. Det var helt fantastisk!!!


Billederne er alle fra Gribskov, og var en del af det landskab, vi kunne se, da vi stod på toppen af det store radartårn.

Det er en dag, vi tænker tilbage på med stor taknemmelighed.
Vi håber, Radarhoved Multebjergs mandskab har det godt, lige meget hvor i verden, de befinder sig.

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Radaren på Multebjerg

Air Control Wing

Endeligt farvel til Radarhoved Multebjerg