A Glorious Walk
Forest and Stream! I love to trace
Your inmost depths, your watery race;
I love your dense, primeval shade,
O forest monarch! to invade.
I love, O grand, majestic Stream!
To wander where your ripples gleam,
To plunge beneath your ice-cold breast;
To seek the wild-fowl that infest
Your wooded shores; to spread the sail
In gusty breeze or howling gale;
To take the springing trout that skim
Your face, or in abysses swim;
In storm, in calm, in shade, in shine,
My heart, my steps to thee incline.
No haunts of earth so fair I deem
As Forest-side and banks of Stream!
Isaac McLellan
The Stream
March has been extremely rainy in Denmark, and we are only halfway there. The picture I took yesterday in the rain reminds me of Bobbeå, Bornholm.
Years ago we were celebrating Easter in Bornholm. It was in March, it was exceedingly cold, very windy and the most prevalent colour was brown and grey.
But the nature was staggering. Sea, rocks and impressive streams.
We defied the weather, and walked on a path along a stream surrounded by cliffs. Suddenly the path came to an end. We looked around and saw a tempting path on the other side of the stream.
We decided to wade the stream. We took off shoes and socks and went out into the ice-cold stream.
Do you know that it hurts to wade a stream in that time of year? It does!!
I am happy that it hasn’t been necessary in Norway, but I have read about other walkers heroic achievements.
The bigger hardships on a hike, the better the memory afterwards 😊
Marts har været særdeles regnfuld i Danmark, og vi er kun halvvejs. Billedet jeg tog i går i regnen, minder mig om Bobbeå på Bornholm.
For mange år siden fejrede vi påske på Bornholm. Det var i marts, det var ekstremt koldt, meget blæsende, og den mest udbredte farve var brun og grå.
Men naturen var svimlende. Hav, klipper og imponerende vandløb.
Vi trodsede vejret, og gik på en sti langs et vandløb omgivet af klipper. Pludselig ophørte stien. Vi kiggede rundt, og så en fristende sti på den anden side af åen.
Vi besluttede at vade strømmen. Vi tog sko og strømper af, og gik ud i den iskolde strøm.
Ved du, at det gør ondt at vade en strøm på denne tid af året?
Det gør det!!
Jeg er glad for, at det ikke har været nødvendigt i Norge, men jeg har læst om andre vandreres heroiske præstationer.
Jo større vanskeligheder på en vandretur, desto bedre husker man turen 😊
Exploring
Then something Tookish woke up inside him, and he wished to go and see the great mountains, and hear the pine-trees and the waterfalls, and explore the caves, and wear a sword instead of a walking-stick.
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit or There and Back Again
Never make a decision on an empty stomach
It was cold, it was windy, and he was tired and hungry after a long walk. I’m talking about one of my neighbours.
Suddenly he was standing in front of a flooded path in the bog and he didn’t want to go a detour to reach home.
I can easily balance on a wooden log, he thought.
Maybe it was the idea of freshly brewed coffee and newly baked buns, which left the doubt off.
It all went well, right up until one of the wooden logs gave in to the weight.
The boot slipped on the greasy surface, and he fell into the bog. He couldn’t reach the bottom with his feet but managed to grab one of the wooden logs and pull himself up on the path.
The stench of the rotten bog water, and the cold weather made him capitulate.
He phoned home. But he had to sit on a thick layer of newspapers all the way.
It’s a funny story, but only because of a happy ending.
Always remember your packed lunch and leave only your footprints behind ❤
Det var koldt, det var blæsende, og han var træt og sulten efter en lang gåtur. Jeg taler om én af mine naboer.
Nu stod han foran en oversvømmet sti i mosen, og han ønskede ikke at tage en omvej for at komme hjem.
Jeg kan nemt balancere på træstammen, tænkte han.
Måske var det ideen om friskbrygget kaffe og nybagte boller, der efterlod enhver tvivl.
Det hele gik godt, indtil én af træstammerne gav efter for vægten.
Støvlen gled på den fedtede overflade, og han faldt i mosen.
Han kunne ikke nå bunden med fødderne, men formåede at gribe fat i én af træstammerne og trække sig op på stien.
Stanken af det rådne mosevand, og kulden fik ham til at kapitulere.
Han ringede hjem. Men han var nødt til at sidde på et tykt lag aviser hele vejen.
Det er en sjov historie, men kun fordi det gik godt.
God tur, husk endelig madpakken og efterlad kun dine fodspor ❤
Summer in the light …
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
Charles Dickens
A lake named after a little fish
The lake is named after the little fish, Bleak. The Danish name for the fish is Løje, hence Løjesø.
In the north-east corner of the lake is a good bathing spot. Though I will always prefer the beach.
I find a deep dark forest lake a bit scary.
You can catch shells and perch in the lake and it is a beautiful peaceful place to fish.
