Once, we lived in the countryside, only a dirt road separated us from the forest. When we bought our christmas tree, we drove it home tied to a bicycle. Let me add that it very difficult to make a turn with a tree tied up on the bike. It was a delight to walk through the forest with the newly purchased tree. We stuck ourselves on spruce needles, but the tree smelt lovely. That was a good experience.
There was a bird tower in the middle of the forest. It was always exciting to climb up the tower and look over the marsh area on a winter day. The view was beautiful in the low sun and we could hear the busy chirping from the small birds in the trees that fringed the bog.
Down by the forest lived a former opera singer. He sang as he walked his evening walk together with his dog. It was very impressive to hear arias between the trees. I come to think of the elves in Tolkien’s universe.
We had a tradition to exercise intensively before our walks in the mountains of Norway. It’s much more fun to walk the mountains, when the shape is good.
One evening in late August, I went down into the forest. It was getting dark. I always had to persuade myself when twilight was approaching.
Do you know how much noise blackbirds make when they are searching for food? It sounds like a huge army haunting through the forest. You probably know the term “My heart flew up into the throat”? Only something much stronger than a glass of water would get it back in place after a meeting with blackbirds in the twilight.
I had changed my route and made it shorter because it was dark. I could barely make out the path and the sky was to be seen in a narrow belt over my head. My heart was almost at its customary place when the blood literally froze in my veins.
In the forest, where the trees were standing close, a loud scream reached my ears. It was so eerie a scream that my hair rose, my breathing stopped while the heart was pumping adrenaline into the body.
I looked into the fir trees, but it was impossible to see anything in the darkness. Then came the scream again, but this time a bit further away. I was in shock. Now came the cries from multiple locations simultaneously. That got my speed further up, until a large shadow flew across the road right in front of me. Then I realize that maybe it was owls screaming their head off. Anyway, not ten wild horses could get me to investigate the screams further. My whole body was busy getting rid of the adrenaline, and I didn’t protest.
The next day we went into the forest at the same time. We brought a flashlight with us. The entire episode repeated itself, but now I was more courageous. We found a big night owl sitting against a trunk of a pine tree. The screams from the owlets were as creepy as the day before but now I knew what it was.
I wish you a great walk in the forest 🙂
NÅR SKOVEN BLIVER LIDT FOR MØRK …
Vi boede engang på landet, kun en markvej skilte os fra skoven. Hver aften gik jeg turen ned til skoven. Når vi købte juletræ, kørte vi det hjem bundet fast til en cykel. Lad mig tilføje, at det var meget svært at dreje, hvis I skulle blive inspireret. Der var noget særligt ved at gå gennem skoven med det nyindkøbte træ. Det var halvmørkt, og vi stak os på grannålene, men træet duftede. Det var en god oplevelse.
Midt inde i skoven lå et fugletårn. Det var altid spændende at kravle op i tårnet, og kigge ud over moseområdet en vinterdag. Udsigten var flot i den lave sol, og i grantræerne der omkransede mosen kunne vi høre fuglekonger og mejsefugle.
Nede ved skoven boede en tidligere operasanger. Han sang, når han gik sin aftentur med hunden. Det var meget stemningsfuldt at høre arier mellem træerne. Jeg kom til at tænke på elverne i Tolkiens univers.
Vi havde en tradition for at træne mere intensivt før vores vandring i fjeldet i Norge. Det er langt sjovere at gå i fjeldet, når formen er god.
En aften sidst i august måned gik jeg ned i skoven. Det var ved at blive mørkt. Jeg skulle altid overtale mig selv, hvis det var blevet tusmørke.
Ved I hvor meget solsorte larmer, når de søger efter føde? Det lyder som en hel hær, der kommer stormende gennem skoven. Kender I udtrykket ”Hjertet fløj op i halsen”? Kun noget stærkere end et glas vand ville få det på plads igen efter et møde med solsorte i tusmørket.
Jeg havde lagt min tur om og gjort den kortere, fordi det var ved at blive mørkt. Jeg kunne akkurat skimte stien og se himlen i et smalt bælte over mig. Mit hjerte var næsten på sin vante plads, da blodet bokstavelig talt frøs i mine årer. Inde i skoven, hvor træerne stod tæt, var der nogen, der skreg. Det var så uhyggeligt et skrig at det fik nakkehårene til at rejse sig, mit åndedræt standsede, mens hjertet pumpede adrenalin ud i kroppen. Jeg kiggede ind i grantykningen, men det var umuligt at se noget. Så kom skriget igen, men denne gang et stykke længere fremme. Jeg var rædselsslagen. Nu kom skrigene fra flere steder på samme tid. Det fik mig til at sætte farten yderligere op, indtil en stor skygge fløj tværs over vejen lige foran mig. Det fik mig til at indse at det måske var ugler der skreg.
Der var dog ikke ti vilde heste der kunne få mig til at undersøge det. Hele kroppen var optaget af at få brugt sin adrenalin, og jeg protesterede ikke. Jeg havde travlt med at komme ud af skoven.
Dagen efter gik vi ned i skoven på samme tid. Vi havde medbragt en lommelygte. Hele episoden gentog sig, men nu var jeg mere modig. Vi fandt en stor natugle inde i grantykningen. Skrigene var akkurat lige så uhyggelige som aftenen før, men nu vidste jeg, hvem der skreg.
I’m looking out my window and everything is gray. The lake disappear in the mist, but the autumn’s bubbling foliage makes me smile ❤
“If a year was tucked inside of a clock, then autumn would be the magic hour.” ~ Victoria Erickson
“Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable…the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street…by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.” ~ Hal Borland
“Anyone who thinks fallen leaves are dead has never watched them dancing on a windy day.” ~ Shira Tamir
“Wild is the music of the autumnal winds amongst the faded woods.” ~ William Wordsworth
I’m dreaming of wilderness and mountains. About shades of rugged and stunning landscapes.
I have seen a wonderful, scenic film about climbing Suilven, a remote mountain in the north west of Scotland.
It is a life-affirming film about a woman who has recently become a widow. The woman, Edie, decides to live out an old dream she shared with her father when she was young. A dream to climb the strange mountain, Suilven.
Actress Sheila Hancock was 83 years old during the filming. She says it was a great and challenging experience. Something she wants for everyone to try. Sheila Hancock is the oldest person to have climbed Suilven back in 2018.
I’m at Mariebjerg Cemetery. I’m here to find inspiration for an eerie post. The inspiration comes faster than expected. I have just found the mausoleums where the coffins show themselves as dark diffuse subjects.
The remnants of daylight flicker in the darkness of the burial chamber as trees wave in the wind. It creates the illusion that the coffins are moving.
I know my time is short. I’m talking photography 🙂 The clouds look threatening and I expect heavy rain every moment. Due to the weather, the cemetery seems darker than usual.
Suddenly, the clouds are torn by lightning followed by a thunderous blast that seems to shake everything around me. At that moment, the sky opens and the rain pours down. I feel very vulnerable. I am surrounded by tall trees. A bad place in thunderstorms. A grave digger has left a door open to a smaller dark building, near to the mausoleums. I feel a creeping horror as I consider going in there, but a fierce lightning followed by a huge rumble determines the outcome. I run past the graves, and into the dark building.
My heart almost stops, for at that moment an ear-splitting scream sounds, as a cat leaps up from its hiding place. The room is creepy. Small coffins are stacked up in a corner against the wall. There is a pervasive odor of moisture and rot.
Calm down! I’m trying to reassure myself. After all, it’s just a building for the use of tools and similar objects. A new lightning bursts the sky and in the short-lived light I detect a movement from the upper coffin. The lid begins to slide aside.
The furious weather becomes like a dear old friend. I disregard all safety regulations regarding thunderstorms, and flee through the cemetery, and out into normality.
Lightning and thunder take turns, but I don’t care. My thin rain jacket has surrendered, and the icy rain has reached my body, but that means nothing in comparison to the cemetery.
If you look carefully you will find a lovely nature where you least expect it. Here on the army training ground you find Kingfisher among tanks and Robin Redbreast among soldiers on exercise. Though the birds might wait until the coast is clear like I did yesterday 🙂 A few times a month you are able to visit this valuable nature area with a rich and varied animal and plant life.
HANNA'S WALK 
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