Thieves’ corner! This is where abominable greedy men with murky faces hide their precious loot. They watch greedily, while tons of gold ducats, jewellery and gems are poured into treasure chests. Are you still with me?
That’s the picture I see when I stumble across the place-name Tyvekrogen in English; thieves’ corner. But alas! The reality is less colourful. At least when I search the web.
On the other hand I’ve never checked those houses. That’s a comfort if you just like me are greatly entertained by good stories 😊
Note: Thieves’ corner is a remote clearing surrounded by scrub and woodland.
This is from a joyous walk between two lakes: Vejlesø and Furesøen.
A little note: The residential roads are among the most expensive neighbourhoods in North Zealand – apart from the fishermen’s cabins 😉
Light! We spoke photography and light. When I got home I thought about the sea. Is there anything better than the light by the sea? It was to be the mountains: Norway, Valdresflya. The wide view and a marvellous experience of the sky. The picture below is from Hundested, North Zealand, Denmark.
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
Bad weather does not exist! It is only a matter of clothes and positive attitude. That attitude has worked for me for many years. But a jammed jet stream makes me suffer together with many people and not only in Denmark. It has caused the wettest autumn in man’s memory, and will probably end up making it the wettest year ever. It is as if the sun has disappeared forever. That’s why I visited my time machine – Autumn 2018. A necessity for maintaining a healthy mental state 🙂
The headline is not to be confused with one of my favourite poems by Dylan Thomas: Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night. Sorry about my black humour!
We have wonderful days now. Between rainy days, the sun breaks through and the delicate scents of wet foliage bring back memories of the springtime forest.
HANNA'S WALK 
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