On A Hot Summer Day

Crows, strutting among bluebells and buttercups.
The skylark is dancing in the blue, singing absolutely wonderful. Otherwise everything is quiet in the scorching sun.
The deer are hiding in the shade.
It’s very hot, the jaunt is out of this world.

Exotic Words and Places

I love the writing by the Danish author, Henrik Nordbrandt. His words create amazing scenarios in the cinema of my soul.
Exotic words and places, become like little boats broken loose from their moorings, to drift off in high sea. Soon up, soon down. Soon up, overlooking magnificent palaces, and exuberant crowds, soon down, where only half-truths are revealed and the rest is filled with the invigorating power of imagination.

… Around your figure stands an aura, like a blooming hawthorn had set itself on fire to surpass your shadow in beauty.
Added strings to your being would deepen the silence
or make the strings burst into song …

This poetry is taken from a wonderful poem, Alcyone and translated by myself. Forgive me for that!

Henrik Nordbrandt

The enchanted lake

This year, nature is more beautiful than ever.
Today I came past the lake, Hjortekæret which some of you might recognise again.
The light changes a lot, which makes the lake a lovely motif.
The lake is a popular destination for some walkers.
Children might fantasise while the adults enjoy the tranquillity.
Read about my fantastic experiences here

Staying On The Path Might Save You

I had a remarkable experience a few weeks ago when I was cycling through the Deer Park.
The Stags were busy sweeping their antlers among a group of trees.
I stood quietly watching the impressive show.

When I was about to cycle, an older stag suddenly came towards me from behind.
Terrified I watched him walk right past me with only a few meters in between but all of a sudden the danger was gone and the awesome impression was all that was left.
It wasn’t me he found interesting but some trees on the other side of the path worth fighting with.
What a relief to find myself ignored 🙂

The rangers recommend visitors to stay on the path, to avoid stressing the animals
Furthermore, the red deer might hurt you seriously should you get in the way.

Walk softly when you walk among Hawthorns

Walk softly or you might intrude the fairies.

A Hawthorn is considered a fairy tree, it is believed to be extremely bad luck to cut one down, remove branches, or even hang things upon it  in case you disturb the little folk.

The Hawthorn symbolizes fertility peace prosperity and binding. This tree is associated with sexuality and destruction. It was though that sleeping in a house with hawthorn blossoms would cause great misfortune.

Although on May Day the blossom are placed at the based of the May Pole.
The gathering of hawthorn blossoms was known has “goin a maying”.

In the legends of Cu Chulain a goddess pronounces a curse on him in crow form and flys to a thicket of hawthorns known has “hawthorn of the crow”. ¹.

¹. Ireland Calling

Happy weekend to all of you ❤ …and a joyous walk 🙂

Annual World Santa Claus Congress in Copenhagen celebrates 50 years Anniversary

I have been on a congress today, the Santa Claus Congress.
The day is celebrated on a hot summer day and the temperature rose up to 28-30 degrees.
Father Christmases, elves and kids song Christmas Carols in many languages​​, and an amazing Christmas atmosphere arose while they sang.
I would have denied that this could happen on a hot summer day but see for yourself.

Tomorrow 23.07.2014 is the last day open for the congress. You can find more information here: Bakken  worldsantaclauscongress

Flagspætter, Bindingsværk, Kronhjorte og Øresund

Jeg har været på en flot cykeltur fra Rådvad via Dyrehaven og ud til Øresund ved Trepilelågen.

Der er altid smukt i Rådvad. De gamle bindingsværkshuse præger helhedsindtrykket, og tilsammen med Rådvad Dam, og de arbejdende værksteder, er det et helt unikt område, jeg aldrig bliver træt af.

Vejen op til Erimitageslottet er også en særlig oplevelse, og måske er det derfor, så mange går deres søndagstur her.
Oppe fra slottet kan man se skibene på Øresund, og længere ude ligger Sverige.

Hvis man er heldig, kan man komme tæt på kronhjortene, og lige nu er de ikke i brunst. En flagspætte var ved at fodre sin unge, og de lod sig heldigvis ikke distrahere af mig.

Erimitageslottet er nyrestaureret, og de grimme stilladser og skurvogne er væk igen. Det ser godt ud.

Nogle små purke var sendt i forevejen for deres gruppe, og de så helt fortabte ud i den store park. Det var de bestemt ikke, kunne jeg høre af deres samtale. Det var bare et optisk bedrag.

Jeg elsker en udsigt med blå himmel og hvide cumulusskyer, hjulene ruller af sig selv.
Ved Trepilelågen er der en viadukt under jernbanen. Herfra går stien videre ud på Strandvejen, hvor der kører bus nordpå og mod Lyngby. Jeg trak cyklen ned på ‘stien’ der løber langs med Øresund op til Strandmøllen. Stien er ret ødelagt fra vinterens storme, men det gik fint så længe jeg trak cyklen.

God Tur ❤

June

…det var juni som kom

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“Nu kommer fruen, den unge frue!” råbte de inde i vognen, og så kom fruen, ung og fin, stolt og nydelig. Hun var født til at holde “syvsovere,” kunne man straks se. Hun gjorde gilde på den længste dag i året, for at man kunne få tid til at spise de mange retter mad; hun havde råd til at køre i egen vogn, men kom dog med posten som de andre, hun ville derved vise at hun ikke var hovmodig; alene rejste hun heller ikke, hun var fulgt af sin yngre broder Julius.

Tolv med posten, Et eventyr af Hans Christian Andersen

Første kære syvsover

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May

… det var maj som kom.

Nu kom der en dame ud af vognen. 

 “Frøken Maj!” sagde hun. I sommertøj med galocher; hun havde en bøgebladegrøn silkekjole på, anemoner i håret, og hun duftede dertil sådan af skovmærker, så skildvagten måtte nyse. “Gud velsigne Dem!” sagde hun, det var hendes hilsen.

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Hun var nydelig! og sangerinde var hun; ikke på teatrene, men inde i skoven; ikke i teltene, nej, i den friske grønne skov gik hun og sang for sin egen fornøjelse; hun havde i sin sypose Christian Winthers “Træsnit,” for de er som bøgeskoven selv, og “Smådigte af Richardt,” de er ligesom skovmærker.

Tolv med posten, Et eventyr af Hans Christian Andersen

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