Awake, thou wintry earth –
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
Thomas Blackburn, An Easter Hymn
An Easter Hymn
Stroll
The magical ice age landscape
Sometimes you don’t want to go home. Like a child who is asked to leave a new toy behind.
Ancient sunken roads lies in the forest as a relic after the vikings. Old roads that once connected the royal seat in Lejre with Elsinore.
There are many places to explore in the woods and valleys.
I have trouble finishing the excursion. But I guess that’s the finest recommendation you can offer a place 💖
The Shelter, Klevad Mose, Farum, Denmark
Where the trail ends
The place where you lose the trail is not necessarily the place where it ends.
Tom Brown, Jr.
A Dangerous Walk
No, I wasn’t in any real danger except for the impact of beauty the landscape has on me.
When you wish to keep walking 😎
The area is a beautiful part of a glacial landscape.
Choose your walk with care
I had a longing for sun and bright spring flowers after seeing Jo’s post about Algarve, Portugal.
The forest wasn’t an option. None of the places I could think of was an option for that bright sunny impression ‘The beauty of an Algarve Spring’ had on me.
Then I remembered The Arboretum in Hørsholm and I wasn’t cheated.
The beautiful rhododendrons were in bloom.
The sun was out and the song thrush entertained from his large repertoire. The blackbird hummed and the bees were beeesyyy.
A marvellous walk in Denmark.
Always remember your packed lunch and leave nothing behind you but a 😊
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My tribute to the light
Anton Melbye, 1854, A Seascape. Solen staar naer horisonten. Statens Museum for Kunst
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 😊
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 ❤
Nymølle, Kongens Lyngby, Denmark
Lyngby Åmose, Kongens Lyngby, Denmark
Erantis
Nymølle, Kongens Lyngby, Denmark
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 ❤
The last day of February
HANNA'S WALK 
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