I haven’t felt like this for such a long time.
It’s as if something inside me is falling into place.
You are doing a good job, Sweden 🙂

I haven’t felt like this for such a long time.
It’s as if something inside me is falling into place.
You are doing a good job, Sweden 🙂

I walk in the hills overlooking the glorious flashing blue Maglesø.
Vines, blackberries, apples and roses present themselves in the most attractive way.
Everywhere there is a lushness and a beauty hidden in these lovely green hills.
The Sealand Alps, a nickname for a beloved glacial landscape.












…Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays…
Summer Sun by Robert Louis Stevenson
Notes
I kan læse mere om Maglesø på danskebjerge.dk
Endvidere kan I se Maglesø klædt i hvidt i danskebjerge.dk’s galleri.
A walkabout in my neighbourhood bathed in sun and rain 🌧️🌤️ Sorry for the lack of rainy weather photos 😊




I carry a memory with me from years ago:
The forest was quiet. But on a bridge overlooking the calm lake sat a young man, completely absorbed in his own thoughts, or perhaps no thoughts at all.
Because isn’t that what nature can do?
Reset your mind and recover from the constant flow of information.
There are no people on the bridge today, but nature does not deny itself.
Every step on the path is a joy.
The leaves whisper in the wind, and the small waves of the lake respond.
Happy walk wherever you are ❤️




A hot afternoon on Sjællands Odde, Zealand, Denmark

Lots of heavy showers today.
The branches were already there 🙂

We were walking in the wild part of a forest when we met a woman at a crossroad. She asked for directions and soon we fell into conversation about walks, nature and places.
She’d just finished an outstanding week’s holiday in England. An English friend had introduced her to The Lake District. Let me put it this way: The Lake District had got one more ambassador.
London is the only place I have visited in England. But one of my favorite books as a child was The Swallows and the Amazons by Arthur Ransome.
A few years ago I learned by chance that the stories weren’t only fiction, but some part had their origins in reality. Windermere and Coniston Water in Lake District were the focal point.
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George Kitching owns Lakeland Walking Tales. If you miss inspiration for an exciting hike in The Lake District, then you will not go in vain on Lakeland Walking Tales
Mei shows her love for photography, travel, and hiking through her blog: Mei Photo Images. Jewels Of The English Lake District is a wonderful tribute to The Lake District.
Mike never miss a chance to go for a walk including glacier walking depending on what country he is in. Luckily, I can show you excellent pictures of Lake Windermere because Mike’s wife, Jude, loves sailing. Mike calls his blog: A Little Bit Out of Focus.
Steve Foster takes us around Buttermere Lake. Another wonderful place in Lake District. Steve calls his blog: Treks and Tors.
Take pleasure in finding your own paths and leave only your footprints behind.
Happy walks 😍
Nature has many dramatic expressions from wonderfully mild summer weather to storm and thunder that roars between the mountain walls. I chose these lovely paintings on Wikimedia. Details coming up soon!







Note
“Swallows and Amazons is a series of children’s books by the English writer Arthur Ransome. The series is named after the title of the first book in the series. The 12 books are about the adventures by groups of children during school holidays. Events mostly take place in England and Scotland between the World War I and World War II. The stories usually are about outdoor activities, especially camping, fishing and sailing.” * Wikipedia

Due to the gloomy weather outside, read dense fog and rain, you get a story that goes back years, but the events are still fresh in the memory.
We start the walk at noon. It’s windy and out on the lake a man and a woman are about to set course for land with their sailboat. A little further along the path is a bench, and here we make a dent in our packed lunch, while the man lets oaths and curses rain down on his chosen one. She’s not fast enough to rope the sails, but humiliations have never boosted any performance significantly.
In order not to get cold muscles, we continue our walk. Our start was in Lyngby and we intend to finish the walk by walking through the forest on the other side of the lake.
It’s starts to rain a little, but there’s no need to change into rain pants, says my friend.
Just before the Bridge of Fiskebæk, the rain starts to pick up, but what do you do when your clothes is wet – You take them off and walk on wearing only rain clothes.
It’s a bit clammy and cold, but better than the icy sticky clothes, he says.
It’s getting dark, and at the entrance to the forest it’s so dark that we can not find the path into the forest –
We know it is there, and yet we trample and rummage around in thickets, bushes and small trees.
In the end, there is only the road of Frederiksborg left as a last resort.
It is the eerie knowledge about those steep slopes down towards Lake Furesøen, which determine the decision . A forward roll drop into the lake is not an attractive alternative to a peaceful forest walk, so we prefer to walk on the cycle path that runs the entire length of the forest.
That’s not fun! Asphalt and monotonous, straight roads, it’s one of the worst things I can offer myself, that is, apart from bad stunts starring myself. And then there’s a long way to go!
That must be what it’s like to be a soldier on a march, just one foot in front of the other without thinking.
The next day we measure the trip to be about 36 km, with detours and misfires, but a very pleasant trip with great experiences and good exercise.
Later on we had lots of laughs at the bushes that were trampled and pushed around. We still have 🤣
A trip around Lake Furesøen is approx. 25 – 30 km. Start in the morning with good provisions and enough to drink.

Furesøen er et rigtigt dejligt naturområde. Der er højt til himlen og masser af frisk luft og udsyn. Jeg har sejlet i kano fra Frederiksdal op til Farum sø, og hjem igen. Men den mest minderige tur var rundt om søen til fods.
Det kunne været blevet: “Turen går til Helvede”, havde vi ikke truffet en lidt kedelig, men sikker udvej -.
Vi starter vandreturen over middag. Det blæser godt, og ude på søen er en mand, og en kvinde ved at sætte kursen mod land med deres sejlbåd. Lidt fremme ad stien står en bænk, og her gør vi indhug i provianten, mens manden lader eder og forbandelser hagle ned over hans udkårne. Hun er ikke hurtig nok til at rebe sejlene, men ydmygelser har aldrig fremmet nogen præstation nævneværdigt.
For ikke at få kolde muskler, fortsætter vi vandringen. Turen er startet i Lyngby området, og vi har tænkt os at afslutte vandringen ved at gå gennem Nørreskoven på den anden side af søen. Det begynder at regne lidt, men der er ingen grund til at skifte til regnbukser, mener min ven. Lige før Fiskebækbroen begynder regnen at tage til, men hvad gør man, når tøjet er blevet vådt- man tager det af og går videre kun iført regntøj. Det er lidt klamt og koldt, men bedre end det iskolde klæbende tøj, forlyder det.
Det begynder at mørkne, og ved indgangen til Nørreskoven er det så mørkt, at vi ikke kan finde stien ind i skoven – Vi ved, hvor stien er, og alligevel tramper og roder vi rundt i krat, buske og småtræer. Til sidst er der kun Frederiksborgvej tilbage som sidste udvej.
Det er tanken om de meget stejle skåninger ned mod Furesøen. Et forlæns rullefald ned i søen er ikke et attraktivt alternativ til en fredelig skovvandring, så vi fortrækker ud på cykelstien, der er i hele skovens længde. Det er ikke sjovt! Asfalt og ensformige, lige veje, det er noget af det værste, jeg kan byde mig selv, altså udover dårlige stunts med mig selv i hovedrollen. Og så er der laaangt! –
Det må være sådan det er, at være soldat på march, bare den ene fod foran den anden uden at tænke. Næste dag opmåler vi turen til at være omkring 36 km, med omveje og fejlskud, men en meget hyggelig tur med flotte oplevelser og god motion. Vi har senere grinet meget af det buskads, der blev trampet og maset rundt i.
En tur rundt om Furesøen er ca. 25 – 30 km. Start om morgenen med god proviant, og nok at drikke.
God tur!
Maybe we’ll have snow next week. At the moment, it’s a lovely spring. People are enjoying the outdoors and the sun.
Years ago I was on a great walk at Sjaelssoe.
Steep hills, small springs, pastures, winding paths and a wooden pier for ‘happy swimmers’.
The temperature varied a lot depending on whether I was in the woods or on the sunny meadow.
It was bitterly cold in the wood by the springs, and the lake didn’t beckon for a swim, on the contrary. But the walk was worth remembering ❤










The place where you lose the trail is not necessarily the place where it ends.
Tom Brown, Jr.
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