Vandring i Nordsjælland

The trail that never ends

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Maybe we’ll have snow next week. At the moment, it’s a lovely spring. People are enjoying the outdoors and the sun.
Years ago I was on a great walk at Sjaelssoe.
Steep hills, small springs, pastures, winding paths and a wooden pier for ‘happy swimmers’.
The temperature varied a lot depending on whether I was in the woods or on the sunny meadow.
It was bitterly cold in the wood by the springs, and the lake didn’t beckon for a swim, on the contrary. But the walk was worth remembering ❤

Ved Sjælsø
Ved Sjælsø
Ved Sjælsø
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The place where you lose the trail is not necessarily the place where it ends.
Tom Brown, Jr.

My Hobbit Universe

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It would not surprise me to see hobbits in this landscape. It appears lush, between hills and streams.
The landscape has my undivided love and I am happy for every single moment I have wandered here. If I hear firecrackers I expect to see a pointy hat 😊

The Pathless Woods

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There are some trails in the forest, but they are not consistent with my old topographic map. My compass lies on my desk top at home but I’ll find the direction using the sun.

It was one of the first walks, I tested for my self in unknown terrain. I went west towards the wonderful sea.

The sun stood low in the horizon when I finally reached my destination, and I enjoyed the silence while I ate my last supplies.
Back again on the country road I found a bus heading towards the train station. It was deeply satisfying to find my way using a map and the slope of the sun.

Subsequently, I always bring a compass with me, but now also a phone with access to Viewranger and Komoot 😊

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“There is pleasure in the pathless woods. There is rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more.”
~ Lord Byron

Take pleasure in finding your own paths and leave only your footprints behind.

Happy walks 😍

Now We Are Talking Oak

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The King Oak is the name of this tree and the age is between 1,500 and 2,000 years old.
A genuine Ent 😊

The tree is Northern Europe’s oldest oak tree, Quercus robur subsp. robur.
Location: 55;54.621N+11;59.356E Jaegerspris Nordskov

An Idyllic Eatery In The Forest

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Peter Lieps Hus is steeped in tradition in the Deer Park north of Copenhagen.

I found wonderful paintings on wikimedia from two Danish painters: Paul Gustav Fischer and C.M. Soya – Jensen.

What a joyous time to look forward to, spring and summer ❤

Skovtur ved Peter Lieps hus i Dyrehaven, 1904
Dansk maler; Paul Gustav Fischer, 22. juli 1860 i København – 5. januar 1934 i Gentofte
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Peter Lieps House on a winter day waiting for guests to arrive.

On an autumn day in the Deer Park.

Peter Lieps Hus by Hanna’s Walk, Hanna Greenwood.

Peter Lieps Hus set fra bagsiden
Dansk maler; C.M. Soya_Jensen
Date of birth/death: 27 December 1860 – 21 February 1912
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A Temple of Nature

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High upon a forest slope tucked between the trees stands a bench. Sometimes I climb up the slope just to sit in silence on that bench. A seep emerges at the foot of the hill and all kind of birds come here to drink. Even Hugin and Munin ⚡🙂 A temple of nature.

“And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.” ~ William Shakespeare

A Deep Hoarse Call

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The way to read a fairy tale is to throw yourself in. ~ W.H. Auden

There are special days in life that stands out as bright memories. There might be joyous days with the ones you love. And then there are days when you are out on your own. Days which are perfect for exploring all kind of winding paths in the woods.

It was on such a day, a spring day when I heard a deep hoarse call above the path. The tree tops formed a perfect acoustic space for bird song. A green airy room. Light-hearted I walked under the beautiful arch.

Suddenly, the deep hoarse call came back. I looked up into the foliage vault, as a large black bird flew into the woods and back over the source.

Now I saw them. Two young ravens sat perched on a branch waiting for food and the latest news from the outside world.

On this wonderful autumn day I can not help but look for the ravens from that glorious day in spring.

Happy Halloween Folks

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… I am on a street corner
Where I shouldn’t be.
Alone and coatless
I have gone out to look
For a black dog who answers to my whistle.
I have a kind of halloween mask
Which I am afraid to put on.   ~ Charles Simic, Empire of Dreams  

In The Footsteps Of A King

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Several times I’ve seen King Frederik 7’s monogram on my walk in nature.
Or I stumble over stories that have emerged around his activities.
He was very fond of digging out burial mounds. Fortunately, he was assisted by very knowledgeable people so no harm was done.
None of which I’m aware of. But then I’m not an archaeologist either.

King Frederik the 7th of Denmark was a colourful personality.
His greatest interest was archaeology, representation and his third wife, ballerina Louise Rasmussen, Countess Danner.

Recently I visited Frederik 7′ cave in Skodsborg. It is well located overlooking the Sound and his Villa Rex.
He held gatherings in the cave and it is said that they were certainly not boring.

King Frederik 7. of Denmark (1848 – 1863)