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 😊
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 😊
“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.
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
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.
… 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
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.