Hiking in Denmark

My Walk in The Shire

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Sing all ye joyful, now sing all together!
The wind’s in the tree-top, the wind’s in the heather;
The stars are in blossom, the moon is in flower,
And bright are the windows of night in her tower.Dance all ye joyful, now dance all together!
Soft is the grass, and let foot be like feather!
The river is silver, the shadows are fleeting;
Merry is May-time, and merry our meeting.Sigh no more pine, till the wind of the morn!
Fall Moon! Dark be the land!
Hush! Hush! Oak, ash and thorn!
Hushed by all water, till dawn is at hand!
All Ye Joyful by J. R. R. Tolkien

Vandretur i Ejby Ådal

But If You So Much As Dare To Speak…

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The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day.
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You’re one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
a cloud come over the sunlit arch,
And wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March.
Robert Frost, Two Tramps in Mud Time, 1926

No need to take the jacket, I thought on the way out the door but did it anyway.
I had never managed without 🙂



Femsølyng, Rude Skov

The Small Uncaring Ways

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Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute,
day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways.
Stephen Vincent Benet

No wasted minutes on this icy cold spring day.
The lapwing cries and makes spectacular patterns in the air.
The horses play tag and roll in the dust.
It’s an outstanding day 🙂

The Stone Age Hunters On A Sunny Walk

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This was a beautiful sunny day. I went for the open sky, the sheep on the field and the wind in my hair.
When my walk was coming to an end I suddenly realised that I stood opposite to Rudersdal Museer with the permanent exhibition on the 7000 year old graves from the hunters who lived in Vedbæk in the Stone Age.
I could see three of the most unusual Stone Age graves exhibited and I could see the environment in which the hunters lived and what tools they used.
Some of my photos are from Vedbæk, the area in which the graves were found.

Vedbaekfundene

Is it safe?

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The March wind roars
Like a lion in the sky,
And makes us shiver
As he passes by.
When winds are soft,
And the days are warm and clear,
Just like a gentle lamb,
Then spring is here.
Author Unknown

Is it safe to go there? I ask a woman who comes walking towards me on the bridge. She empties one of her shoes for water and mud.
She was trying to avoid deep puddles, and her foot disappear into a mud hole instead. I can not laugh at incidences like that, I’ve tried them all.
She is warning me for strong wind gusts.
I don’t find it attractive to swim in the icy water wearing a lot of clothes that will pull me down but the walk is great.

Vejle Sø, Holte
Rudersdal
Vaserne, Rudersdal
Chr. Winthers Sti
Chr. Winthers Sti
Chr. Winthers Sti
Tufted ducks, Vaserne, Rudersdal
Vaserne, Rudersdal
Vaserne, Rudersdal
Vaserne, Rudersdal
Vaserne, Rudersdal
Vaserne, Rudersdal
Vaserne, Rudersdal
Vaserne, Rudersdal
Vaserne, Rudersdal
Vaserne, Rudersdal
Vaserne, Rudersdal
Vaserne, Rudersdal
Vaserne, Rudersdal
Vaserne, Rudersdal
Folks in disbelief

Lighthearted Birds

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On my walk towards the sea today, I heard the skylark and the lapwing. The larks song was persistent, and suddenly it flew quite close to me. I think the bird was frolicsome 🙂
All the birds were busy. Buzzards gathered, and rose on thermals while their screams mingled with ravens and crows.
On my way home I even heard the yellow hammer.

March! March! March! They are coming
In troops to the tune of the wind.
Redheaded woodpeckers drumming,
Gold – crested thrushes behind;
Sparrows in brown jackets, hopping
Past every gateway and door;
Finches, with crimson caps, stopping
Just where they stopped before.
March! March! March! They are slipping
Into their places at last. . .
Literature white lily buds, dripping
Under the showers that fall fast;
Buttercups, violets, roses;
Snowdrop and bluebell and pink,
Throng upon throng of sweet posies
Bending the dewdrops to drink.
March! March! March! They will hurry
Forth at the wild bugle sound,
Blossoms and birds in a flurry,
Fluttering all over the ground.
Shake out your flags, birch and willow!
Shake out your red tassels, larch!
Grass blades, up from your earth – pillow.
Hear who is calling you. . . March.
Lucy Larcom, March

On My Way Home I Met Pegasus?

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I was on my way home on a grey cloudy day when I saw this fine episode. The children brought beautiful red apples with them from home and spoiled the horses with treats.
One little girl had small wings on her shoes. I got an association to Pegasus. ❤

The Beaty of Your Dreams

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Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it.
Steve Jobs

Dreams

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Be careful what you water your dreams with. Water them with worry and fear and you will produce weeds that choke the life from your dream. Water them with optimism and solutions and you will cultivate success. Always be on the lookout for ways to turn a problem into an opportunity for success. Always be on the lookout for ways to nurture your dream.
Lao Tzu

Dreams

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The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
Eleanor Roosevelt

Dreams

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WISHING ALL OF YOU A GREAT WEEK

Erantis

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The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size.
Gertrude S. Wister

The Tail-Wagging Bird

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The little bird, the white throated dipper is a very entertaining bird.
People who know the bird’s behaviour smile in recognition when one refers to the bird’s one-man show.
The white throated dipper is Norway’s national bird.
When winter is hard in Norway, the dipper flies on holiday in Denmark. Ornithologists will probably express it differently, but I like the idea that the bird keeps a well-deserved holiday in a mild climate.
Besides the current Norwegian name Fossekall; ‘Waterfall Call’, the dipper has many dialect names in Norway.
Among these are Elveprest; ‘River Priest’ and Kvemkall; ‘Mill Shell’.
The dipper has at least 70 different local names in Norway, and at least 50-60 are known from Sweden.

NOTE
You can read much more about the bird on Wikipedia and listen to its song.