Consequences of War and the Sanctuary

Posted on 13. March 201614. March 2016 by Hanna

British pilots are on a secret mission 30 September 1944 in Denmark. One of the planes crash because it hits two tall trees.
The tailplane is ripped apart on the Mosquito Jager, and the two young pilots are killed in the crash.

In 1945 people raise a memorial stone in a forest glade at the crash site.

I’ve walked past the glade a few times before, and again today on a spring day.
An elaborately crafted flower is placed here last year in memory of a beloved missing brother.

Early one morning two years ago I passed Hvidekilde in Gribskov.
I had the forest to myself. It isn’t unusual, but the silence was deafening that morning in late November.
The frost lay in the grass and on the meadow horses were looking for food.

By the fireplace stood a man. His outings lay around him. He was in the process of breaking up.
I was about seven meters away, but he saw right through me. Believe me!
That is very uncomfortable being ignored when you are so close to another human being in a deserted place.
That is why, I look directly at him, saying good morning. He answer my greeting with a short murmur, and I went quietly on.

We have experienced it a few times, people in the forest with a different kind of behaviour, which we assume could be people with war trauma.

Former soldiers who seek sanctuary in nature. It is straight forward, because that’s where they got their training.

Now The Danish Defence has arranged for veterans, a kind of halfway houses in the nature.

My walk two years ago from Hvidekilde to Nakkehoved Fyr

The Early Spring and Spring Pools

Posted on 12. March 201613. March 2016 by Hanna

These pools that, though in forests, still reflect
The total sky almost without defect,
And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,
Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone,
And yet not out by any brook or river,
But up by roots to bring dark foliage on.

The trees that have it in their pent-up buds
To darken nature and be summer woods –
Let them think twice before they use their powers
To blot out and drink up and sweep away
These flowery waters and these watery flowers
From snow that melted only yesterday.
Robert Frost

Klopstock Egen, Lyngby Åmose

Gul Bævresvamp, Tremella mesenteica

Klopstock Egen, Lyngby Åmose

Træstrammer med svampe, Lyngby Åmose

Brændestak med svampe, Lyngby Åmose

Water Shoots on Klopstock’s Oak, Denmark

Klopstock ‘s Oak, Lyngby Denmark

Lyngby Sø, Kongens Lyngby

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EN VÅD SOK, SANKTHANSORME OG LYNGBY ÅMOSE

Straight from the horse’s mouth

Posted on 5. March 2016 by Hanna

Can you recommend the buffet, I asked my hairy friend.

I think it’s delicious but take a walk in the area and see for yourself!
So I did what the horse said and it was worth it, even in cloudy weather though I left the buffet for the horse and his fellowship.

The Park

Posted on 29. February 201629. February 2016 by Hanna

Sophienholm is an old country house at Bagsvaerd Lake, built-in 1768-69. Today, the buildings give room for the art museum Sophienholm.
The park is a very popular excursion and makes up a small part of a spectacular greenery.

Sophienholm Park

Last Weekend

Posted on 27. February 2016 by Hanna

last weekend 3

When Art and Nature Merge

Posted on 26. February 201627. February 2016 by Hanna

I’m walking in steep hills among ancient trees in an icy cold rain. I put my course towards the Norwegian Hut.
High above the lake lies the little wooden house as a part of an artistic installation, Eremitagen og bjergbestigersken.
In former time at the same place was a house where poets could sit and write.
In 1993, when the art work was complete, an author could receive the key to the house.
In the middle of the wood with a view over the water artists can meditate or write inspired by nature and tranquillity.
A pale concrete foundation under the house is the starting point for the work of art. The concrete protrusion faces Norway. Thus the name the Norwegian House.

My walk continue towards Sophienholm with its associated buildings and greenhouse. Today I stick to the humble buildings if one might call the Cobra Room for humble.

Some of the most outstanding artists in Denmark are represented at Sophienholm.

The Norwegian Hut

The Corner Room

Sparmannia Ufeicana, Stuelind

The Corner Room

Nepenthes Hybrider, Kandebærer

The Corner Room

Roadsign to Corner exhibition

The Cobra Art

The Corner Room

Office window at Sophienholm

Road sign for the Norwegian Hut

Sparmannia Ufeicana, Stuelind

Linde Alléen

The Greenhouse

Sparmannia Ufeicana, Stuelind

Part of Anita Viola Nielsen’ s exhibition

In the Greenhouse

Decay can also be decorative

Coffee plant

Greenhouse, Palme

Nepenthes Hybrider, Kandebærer

A quaint slide

Eranthis hyemalis

Norwegian Hut on a sunny day

WHERE DID I TAKE YOU?

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Facts about:

Sophienholm

Cobraloftet

Eremitagen og Bjergbestigersken

The Benefit of Nature Experience

Posted on 24. February 201624. February 2016 by Hanna

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 ❤

A Light Exists in Spring

Posted on 21. February 2016 by Hanna

A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here

A color stands abroad
On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,
But human nature feels.

It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.

Then, as horizons step,
Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
It passes, and we stay:

A quality of loss
Affecting our content,
As trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament.
A Light Exists in Spring by Emily Dickinson

I went to the forest to find the beautiful horses at Sandskreds Soe, the horse in this post is from my hike in December.
Nevertheless the hike was stunning with the light that gleamed in lakes and hills, grasses and trees

Sandskreds Soe, Gribskov

Horse at Sandskreds Soe

Sandskreds Soe, Gribskov

Gribsoe, Gribskov

The train: Lokalbanen

Sunset at Gribsoe st.

Det lykkedes mig ikke at finde de smukke heste ved Sandskreds Sø, hesten i dette indlæg er fra min vandretur i december.
Ikke desto mindre var vandreturen fantastisk med lyset, der skinnede i søer og bakker, græs og træer.
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Sandskreds Sø

God tur pas på hinanden, og husk madpakken ❤