We walk a few kilometers along winding residential roads with flowering shrubs, trees and cozy houses, and soon we are down by the lake. This is years and a few lock downs since I last was here, and I’m completely overwhelmed by the thoughts of all the fun and strenuous experiences that have piled up over the years. It is cold and windy. The weather is very changeable and the rain showers violent. Still, we meet people who are out and about. Soon it is pouring down with hail and heavy rain, and we hurry to shelter under some large oak trees. Another awesome moment where nature sets the agenda ⛈️😊
The villages around the Bridge of Fur offer beautiful country roads, wilderness trails, ancient monuments, idylls, a dozen lakes, many with fish. All in the most beautiful nature. At the bridge, the river flows briskly under towering pine trees.
The Bridge of Fur has a very special history that I love. The story should not be compared to the horrendous aggression on Ukraine.
The Bridge over Lyckebyån is a historic place. Here was the national border between Sweden and Denmark in 980-1658. In ancient times, the bridge was an important meeting place for people in the border areas.
“For over 600 years, the inhabitants lived at a national border, which they perceived as a penalty of sin. But no boundary marking could wipe out their community. Though at every outbreak of war, they were transformed into each other’s enemies. ” Vilhelm Moberg
Hence the peasants’ peace agreements: The parishioners of Fridlevstad in the south, and Vissefjärda in the north had promised each other not to follow their masters across the border, and not to go against each other by force or fire.
We are walking, climbing and running down the mountainside and suddenly the lake is there. Indescribably beautiful. We are silent for a moment. The moment must be kept, never forgotten. Mountain lakes are wondrous. A reflection of sky and mountain. A raven watch every step we take. The only sound is the cry of the bird while it is moving uneasily on a branch. Life is here and now.
Outlet at Lake Tahoe by the German-American painter, Albert Bierstadt
The Head of a Scotch Lake by the British painter, Alfred de Breanski
Mountain Scene by the German-American painter, Albert Bierstadt
In the Mountains by the German-American painter, Albert Bierstadt
The weather is cold as we enter a dark and almost eerie forest. Hesitantly, the snow begins to fall. Floating, fluttering snowflakes fall on trees, and moss. As if the snow doesn’t know the meaning of it. Hours later, when I look over my shoulder on our way out of the forest I know the purpose. The forest has turned into a bright living adventure. A homage to nature.
Danish painter Anders Andersen-Lundby, En vinterskov 1882
Danish painter Anders Andersen-Lundby, Winter Evening 1886.
Hanna Greenwood, An Enchanted Winter Day 2021
“There is nothing in the world so quiet as snow, when it softly falls through the air, muffles your steps, lulls, lulls gently the voices which speak too loudly.”1
Danish painter Peder Mørk Mønsted, Wood in Snow
1 The danish author Helge Rode wrote the poem in 1886, There is nothing in the world as quiet as snow
He gallantly stepped aside to let me pass on a narrow forest path. He told me later with a big grin that he was trying to avoid the spider webs.
If I walked in front of him, the road would be paved – so to speak. Unfortunately, I wasn’t tall enough 🤣
Your bog buddy has to be taller than you. ‘Beth from About Life and Hiking in Cumbria’ gives excellent advices how to avoid the biggest pitfalls, literally. Beth Pipe’s humor is contagious.
“You will require a “bog buddy”. A “bog buddy” is some poor sap who is conned into walking ahead of you, thus identifying the routes not to take. NOTE: for a “bog buddy” to be truly effective they need to be taller than the deepest sections of the bog.” 1.Survival tips for the bog bound
‘Lakeland Walking Tales’ introduces four books about walking. 2.Four Great Books About Lakeland Or Walking Among them is Beth Pipe’s book: ‘Gin, Cake & Rucksacks’. About a fun tour of the Lakeland distillery with Karen Guttridge, a Facebook friend.
Have fun walking. Watch out for yourself and each other. Watch out for Shelob and do not enter bogs in ‘Stealth Mode’.