Views Are Important

Melby KirkeI took the train out into the countryside to the north coast of Zealand.
Watching the fields enlarging and the view becoming wide as if one climb a mountain. Animals on the field, birds, cloud patterns, colours, contours and shadows.
Sometimes interrupted by a hedge against the rails then suddenly to surprise with a new landscape, just as if the train emerged from a tunnel.
Why is the extended view so pleasant for the mind. Green rolling fields and endless bluish sea. It is great relaxation.

The church door was open in the newly restored village church. The frescoes were restored, and the tree of life was newly painted in the chapel.

When I approach the beach my mind cross the memory of the last time I was here.
A gale was doing it’s best to give brave windsurfers their life’s adventure.
Today the temperature is very pleasant and I end my walk at a little village from where I can take another train home.
That’s the great thing about Denmark. You are able to plan a lot of exiting walks in nature by taking advantage of train and bus.

Melby Overdrev

Tisvildeleje Strand

Liseleje Strand

Liseleje Strand

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Train from Hillerød – Melby
Kitesurfing….

My Favourite Beach

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.

Tisvildeleje Strand

Fairy Dust is Essential

The sun breaks through the clouds, and illuminates the bright golden birch trees.
Still, the impression is diffused. As if the colours are more important than the contours.
Has nature decided that today’s colours are the most important issue?
The blueberry rice is empty, but a few hidden blackberries are full of sweetness and memories of the summer’s bounteous harvest of luscious berries.
This place is fairy land. There is no doubt.

Fairy Dust is essential.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip’s bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry,
On the bat’s back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
by William Shakespeare

Now is the time for wandering

Now is the time for wandering. Coolness in the air, vibrant colours and bird migration. Nature wears a new dress every day. Nature is exuberant at the moment.

These photos are from Rude Skov. A forest with great variety and bogs. It is highly recommended to stay on the trails, since not all bog holes have a water mirror. If one falls into such a hole, it might be very deep and with steep slopes which could make it impossible to save oneself without help from a person on solid ground.

Hvis I lader bilen stå hjemme, kører bus 354 fra Holte Station op igennem skoven mod Høsterkøb og videre til Nivå.
Rejse med tog og bus har den fordel, at vandreturen kan varieres i det uendelige.

Kort over Rude Skov

Rejseplanen for buskørsel fra Holte st. til Vildtfogedvej (Hørsholm Kongevej)

How To Find Your Way In My Favourite Forest, Gribskov

Daniele ask me where to buy a map to find his way around in Gribskov. Daniele, thank you for your question. You can download 4 maps covering the forest. The 4 links are at the bottom of this post: PDF Gribskov, Nødebo,…
The link beneath my gallery is from October in the forest.

https://hannaswalk.com/2015/10/16/an-old-forest-in-denmark/

4 Maps to rule your feet in the oldest forest in Denmark:

https://naturstyrelsen.dk/naturoplevelser/naturguider/gribskov/aktiviteter/

Celebration of Nature

Denmark celebrates nature tomorrow 11.09.2016
You can click this link for several arrangements: Naturens Dag

 Høvelte, Sjælsø Sandholm Øvelsesterræn


Høvelte, Sjælsø Sandholm Øvelsesterræn

Høvelte, Sjælsø Sandholm Øvelsesterræn
Friluftsrådet
Danmarks Naturfredningsforening

The Cheers of Autumn

“There comes a time when autumn asks,
“What have you been doing all summer?”

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By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather
And autumn’s best of cheer
– Helen Hunt Jackson, September

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When autumn darkness falls, what we will remember are the small acts of kindness: a cake, a hug, an invitation to talk, and every single rose. These are all expressions of a nation coming together and caring about its people.
– Jens Stoltenberg

Notes

You can read more about these meadows here: Søllerød Naturpark

There is an art to wandering

Sometimes I have a heartfelt joy to wander aimlessly.
I didn’t plan this walk. A walk among hawthorns and deers towards the coast of Øresund.
All my worries are left  and the only thing that counts is the present moment.
Our brain needs a break so our spirit can live.

There is an art to wandering. If I have a destination, a plan – an objective – I’ve lost the ability to find serendipity. I’ve become too focused, too single-minded. I am on a quest, not a ramble. I search for the Holy Grail of particularity, and miss the chalice freely offered, filled full to overflowing.
by  Cathy Johnson, On Becoming Lost

Add Colour To My Sunset Sky

Today I took the consequence, and found my winter jacket from the attic.
Cold, rain showers and strong winds, forget the summer clothes.
At Langelinie I spoke with a woman from Trondheim in Norway. Few minutes before that heavy rain squall had driven past.
The weather forecast promised sun all day she exclaimed to my complaints about the weather and I understood her frustration.

There is nevertheless comfort to find in this weather with huge cumulus clouds as in the quote by Rabindranath Tagore

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
by Rabindranath Tagore

View from Langelinie towards Trekroner Fort

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Trekroner Fort is part of an old fortification. A defence for Copenhagen against the Germans and The British at the end of the 1800s.

KØBENHAVNS FORSVAR MOD KRIG OG KLIMAFORANDRINGER

An Endless Fountain of Immortal Drink

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkn’d ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
‘Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.

A Thing Of Beauty by John Keats

Kapervogn, Jægersborg Dyrehave