Tisvildeleje, this beach is my favourite beach in all times of year.
In late summer when people are hiding in the dunes to catch the last warmth from the sun, in autumn when the sky is clear and one can see forever, in winter when snow covers the sand, and in summer when children’s laughter fades away light as feathers in the wind.
This is joy!
Go out there and find your own favourite place.
I took a rest between flowers and broken bedrock, which form part of a coastal protection along Øresund.
Just before I took off, I saw a drawing on one of the stones. A pattern I’ve never noticed before, even though I have walked many kilometres on bedrock.
My curiosity made me contact a researcher in geology.
Quickly I got a very nice response.
The drawing on the stone is a Ptygmatic Fold.
Watch this linked send to me over variations of foldings.
Our Earth is amazing and so are the help we can get from nice researchers.
Thank you!
This is a walk not a climb. Though only 82 meter above sea level the Danish mountain, Højbjerg is a beautiful place
From the top of Højbjerg you have a lovely view over the fields and treetops.
The Ice Age landscape was formed 15,000 – 12,000 B.C.
Two glaciers created a wonderful rolling scenery of hills and valleys, lakes and marshes. A great amount of melting ice created kettle holes, and the current lake Løjesø, was formed among many lakes.
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I wonder if the sun comes, I have walked in the darkness of Mordor for several months. The only thing missing is Mount Doom.
Now it is starting to brighten, someone who lacks a ring?
Rude Skov
Rude Skov
Wish you all a happy springtime ❤
Isn’t stunningly beautiful, exclaimed the woman, who was walking towards me. She was well wrapped, but under the hood red curly hair was sticking out over a pair of twinkling blue eyes.
She smiled excited and exclaimed, I don’t understand why I have to convince myself to go for a walk.
The outdoor doesn’t tempt me when I’m sitting at home looking out.
Therefore I cheat and persuade myself that 15 minutes will do me good. And it entices me so in the end I take advantage of that hour I have available at midday.
We chatted a bit more about different natural areas that were worth exploring. She exclaimed that she loved the winding paths, and she loved to set a new course every day. I wonder why I felt so much sympathy 🙂
An hour later I met her again still heading away from her starting point. I failed to mention the highly overdue deadline because she seemed to be floating away with a dreamy expression between gnarled old trees and green moss cushions.
New American research from Standford University in California, shows that walks in the countryside provides lower blood flow in parts of the brain that produces the greatest activity with worries and thoughts.
Gregory Bratman and his colleagues conclude from their research that even short trips are changing the brain and have a measurable impact on negative thoughts
Photo by Hanna Greenwood
Er der ikke fantastisk smukt, udbrød kvinden, som kom gående imod mig. Hun var pakket godt ind, men under hætten stak det røde krøllede hår frem over et par tindrende blå øjne. Hun smilede begejstret, og udbrød: Jeg forstår ikke, hvorfor jeg skal overtale mig selv til at komme ud og gå. Vandreture frister mig ikke, når jeg sidder hjemme og kigger ud. Derfor fortæller jeg mig selv, at jeg skal bare gå i et kvarter, og ikke den time, som jeg har til rådighed til mig selv midt på dagen.
Vi sludrede lidt mere om forskellige naturområder, der var værd at udforske. Hun poienterede, at hun elskede de snoede stier, og helst gik en ny vej hver dag. Hvorfor følte jeg så stor sympati?
En time senere mødte jeg hende igen stadigvæk med kurs væk fra hendes startsted. Jeg undlod at omtale den stærkt overskredne tidsfrist, for hun så ud til at svæve afsted med et drømmende udtryk mellem de viltre træer og de grønne mospuder.
Ny amerikansk forskning fra Standford University i Californien, viser at ture i naturen giver lavere blodgennemstrømning i de dele af hjernen, som giver størst aktivitet ved bekymringer og tanker.
Gregory Bratman og hans kollegaer konkluderer på baggrund af deres forskning at selv korte ture forandrer hjernen og har en målbar effekt på negative tanker
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God tur og husk madpakken ❤
Worms bonus – Enjoy awards and benefits if you land on our salt marshes.
That could be the headline of the Bird Protection Foundation’s poster in Nivå Bugt.
The Bird Protection Fund carry out an important work by provide several resting areas and feeding grounds for migratory birds
Orme bonus – Modtag rabat og fordele, hvis du lander på vores strandenge.
Det kunne være overskriften på Fugleværnsfondens plakat i Nivå Bugt.
Fugleværnsfonden udfører et vigtigt arbejde ved at etablere flere raste- og fourageringsområder for trækfugle.
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Tag toget til Nivå, herfra er der ca. 1,5 km til fods, der er også en lille parkeringsplads i vejkanten på Strandvejen.
Hunden er velkommen i snor ❤ ❤ ❤
Where, twisted round the barren oak,
The summer vine in beauty clung,
And summer winds the stillness broke,
The crystal icicle is hung.
Where, from their frozen urns, mute springs
Pour out the river’s gradual tide,
Shrilly the skater’s iron rings,
And voices fill the woodland side.
Alas! how changed from the fair scene,
When birds sang out their mellow lay,
And winds were soft, and woods were green,
And the song ceased not with the day!
But still wild music is abroad,
Pale, desert woods! within your crowd;
And gathering winds, in hoarse accord,
Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud.
Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear
Has grown familiar with your song;
I hear it in the opening year,
I listen, and it cheers me long.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, from: Woods In Winter
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 🙂
Happy Hiking ❤ …and remember all your meals 🙂
HANNA'S WALK 
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