“The days are short,
The sun a spark,
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.” From the poem; January by John Updike
The summer was lovely and a light breeze made the walk enjoyable for my friend, Joanna and I. She has a high metabolism like me, like a hobbit, and we didn’t get far before we had our first meal on a bench in the garden of Frederiksborg Castle.
Today* the temperature is slightly difference to put it mildly. There is frost in the air and severe wind but the sun is shining. I have layer upon layer until there are no more space under my jacket. Nevertheless, I take a short break on a bench beside Athene.
My walk is about 15 km long and I don’t have much time before darkness set in. I buy a bottle of water in a shop but I cannot open it. My fingers are already frozen. I slip the bottle into the rucksack and continue the walk past the spectacular little castle, Badstuen and Louise’s Island.
The small buildings on the Island in Ødammen was built by Frederick 7. as a miniature version of a Norwegian manor. I walk through the village Gadevang, and soon I’m on my way up towards the mountain, Fruebjerg, in the forest, Gribskov. The sun is setting and the sight towards the coast is magnificent. I love this view. However I have a train to catch so I hurry down the mountain and through the forest to the train station. There are ten minutes until the train arrives! I can not remember the last time I’ve been so cold. Well, maybe when I skated as a child 🙂
Sommeren var dejlig, og en let brise gjorde vandreturen behagelig for min veninde og mig. Vi har et højt stofskifte, ligesom en hobbit, og vi nåede ikke langt, før vi indtog vores første måltid på en bænk i parken ved Frederiksborg Slot.
I dag er temperaturen anderledes for nu at sige det mildt. Der er frost i luften og hård vind, men solen skinner. Jeg er iført lag på lag indtil der ikke er mere plads under min jakke.
Alligevel tager jeg en kort pause på en bænk ved siden af Athene.
Min tur er cirka 15 km lang, og jeg har ikke meget tid, før mørket indfinder sig.
Jeg har købt vand i en kiosk, men jeg kan ikke åbne flasken. Mine fingre er allerede stivfrosne. Jeg pakker flasken ned i rygsækken, og fortsætter turen forbi det spektakulære lille slot, Badstuen og Louises Ø.
De små bygninger på øen i Ødammen blev bygget af Frederik den 7. som en miniature udgave af en norsk herregård.
Jeg går ud gennem landsbyen Gadevang, og snart er jeg på vej op mod Fruebjerg, inde i skoven. Solen er ved at gå ned, og synet mod kysten er storslået. Det er højdepunktet på turen bogstavelig talt, og i overført betydning. Min vandretur fortsætter i hast mod togstationen, Kagerup.
Her må jeg måtte vente i 10 minutter. Jeg kan ikke huske hvornår jeg har været så nedkølet. Jo, måske dengang, da jeg løb på skøjter som barn 🙂
I need positive stories and I’m not getting them from the news.
January 2023 is the hottest and wettest month on record. Fields are under water and inflation presents many people with challenges. And sadly there is a war going on too. That’s for Europe alone! Oh! I forgot the Corona scourge.
January is a dark month, particular with the absent of snow. So I need positive stories and nature doesn’t fail!
Yesterday I saw the little white-throated dipper. It was in a good mood. That’s my own opinion 😉😊 The bird had taken up residence on a rock, if it wasn’t walking around the bottom of the fast-flowing stream in search of spring fly larvae and other goodies. The bird nodded and preened its feathers and tilted with its tail. Quite a ballet, I think.
The white stag and the white-throated dipper are my crown jewels. Though the green mosses that light up on fallen trees in the forest floor are marvellous too. The trees are allowed to stay to support birds with food, they find in cracks and under the bark.
And I forgot all the nice people who are out enjoying nature too. The good talks, many smiles and the enthusiasm! It is uplifting.
Nature is incredible, enchanting, stimulating, sublime, extraordinary, staggering, impressive…
This picture is from today’s walk. The most sunny minute of the day. Tomorrow there are warnings out for heavy rain all day. It would be nice to borrow Frodo’s gift from Galadriel: “A light to you in a dark place.” But the bog was wonderful and there was no sign of Gollum 😅😊
Have a happy time out there and leave only your footprint ❤️
The deer are lying in the grass. People are free and enjoying a walk in the sun.
A sea eagle circles high above, but disappear in the absence of prey.
Fantastic day after a Christmas with dark clouds and rain. The chill factor is minus 1 degree. I think about how much the factor is when cycling. But there’s no reason to dwell on the cold, so I rush off to be sheltered by the woods 😊
The poem, There is nothing in the world as quiet as snow, was written by the author Helge Rode in 1886. The poem is quiet like the snow itself, offering us a new reality that is quiet, pure and gentle. *Højskolesangbogen
There is nothing in the world as quiet as snow, when it softly descends through the air, muffles your steps, hush, hushs gently on the voices that speak too loudly.
There is nothing in the world of a purity like snow, swan down from the white wings of heaven. On your hand a fluff is like a teardrop. White thoughts silently dance and sway.
There is nothing in the world that can soften like snow. Hush, you listen until the silent sounds. O, so fine a sound, Silver bell song Deep inside your heart is ringing.