I’ve been on a fantastic boat trip with the ship, Friheden.
Rainy and dark clouds threatened, but on the way out of the harbor of Næstved the clouds disappeared and the sun shone like on a summer day.
Yesterday was a wonderful day by the seaside.
An unexpected summer day.
The eastern light our spires touch at morning,
The light that slants upon our western doors at evening,
The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight,
Moon light and star light, owl and moth light,
Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade.
O Light Invisible, we worship Thee!
T.S. Eliot
Shady forests, silence, steep slopes and breathtaking views over the deep lake, Furesøen.
Beach Rules: Soak up the sun. Ride the waves. Breathe the salty air. Feel the breeze. Build sandcastles. Rest, relax, reflect. Collect seashells. Bare-feet required.
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I enjoy the authenticity and atmosphere in Roskilde.
The town where Roskilde Cathedral dominates the skyline surrounded by blurred fjords and rolling fields.
It’s always a pleasure to take a walk from the cathedral down to the Viking Ship Museum and on to the fjord.
I had a lovely walk in the forest some days ago.
After a short walk I met William. He was wearing a big rucksack. His plan was to camp along the lake, Esrum Sø.
The opportunities for camping are possible if you want to sleep out on your way through the big forest, Gribskov.
As we walked I told him of a place near a forester’s house, Graverhus, where he could pick up water.
I don’t exaggerate, I was today’s hero 🙂
Enjoy nature and leave only your footprints behind you ❤
I went for a walk in the bog but many paths are flooded, though the green frogs have crowned days. Frogs with crowns…
If I hurry I can make it before the rain starts.
That was my last thought before I rode the bike through the deer park and down to the sea.
Beautiful cumulus clouds were building up on the horizon, and the weather forecast predicted violent thunderstorms mixed with hail in exquisite places .
The sea was wonderful. Boats were mirroring their white sails in the dark shadows from towering clouds while two kayakers were sliding past me only leaving a faint murmur behind.
On my way back through the forest the clouds became darker and suddenly I hear the familiar sound of thunder while the rain starts pouring down.
While I wait out of the rain, I suddenly see a big stag on the other side of the trail.
A few minutes we look each other in the eyes, then he disappears worthy among the trees, leaving a rush in my stomach.
Maybe it was the same stag I met on a lovely autumn day: A golden moment
HANNA'S WALK 
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