We did a walk late June before the drought did its marking.
There are still places to be found without the dried yellow dusty sign from the strange weather we are experiencing.
I met an old man today. He told me that the trees outside his estate were barely alive anymore.
But at the same time he couldn’t bear to think if large amounts of rain would replace the drought.
As I spoke with him, I think he checked if the bike was locked at least 5 times.
Perhaps he had not been drinking enough water?
Dragør is a great place for a stroll. The environment is unique with the old and extraordinary well-preserved town.
Furthermore the harbour is very Hyggelig with a great view to the Øresund Bridge.
Lots of things to explore!!
Dragør was founded in the 12th century, and grew quickly as a fishing port. In 1370, the Hanseatic League was granted some trade privileges in the town. Dragør continued to grow – as the home of one of the largest fishing fleets in the country and as a base for salting and processing fish. ¹
Dragør pilotage and towage services was founded in 1684, when six men received royal funding to pilot ships and especially warships through the Sound.
By the middle of the 1700s there were 24 pilots and in the 1870s there were more than 50.
In 1906 only seven pilots were left.²
Today Dragør is on UNESCO’s Tentative List!
Messing about in boats is a meaningful occupation on a hot summer day 🙂
All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered.
Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
A wonderful forest with lakes and dolmens and there might be a few pikes too 🙂
Winter came late this year and with a few days of Spring, Summer came with a sustained heat never experienced before.
Walking in the shade along a lake is wonderful.
We went for a great walk along Furesøen in late May with a cooling breeze from the lake.
A few days later we did a walk along the lake one morning.
Greetings of good morning came from everywhere.
A very pleasant walk among happy people.
Sunshine does remarkable things for people’s mood 🙂
A little boy walks towards the lifeguard tower. He is flanked by two girls, who eagerly contact the lifeguard.
The boy can not find his parents, break the girls.
We found him down at the water’s edge they say pointing to the left towards the crowded beach and the sea.
The lifeguard bends down against the boy.
What’s your name? he asks.
The little and slightly puzzled boy, looks up at the man and then at the girls.
They smile soothingly to the little boy who hasn’t learned his name yet.
Where is your mom and dad, asks the lifeguard.
The face lights up when he hears the word Dad.
Daddy has a big stomach!
We had to go with a bizarre search announcement, added the lifeguard with a smile:
Little boy wearing batman swimsuit misses his big belly dad.
Finding our way home might go wrong even for grown ups:
I read a sparkling blog post about a woman who was lost in the mountains.
She couldn’t find her way back to the hut she came from after a little stroll but without a map.
Several hikers were now trying to help her. She couldn’t speak English or German and she couldn’t remember the name of the hut either.
But! She had a telephone number to her husband who was staying back at the hut.
The hikers talked with the husband on the phone explaining where the wife was.
They agreed to meet halfway escorting the lost woman to a meeting point where the husband could pick her up.
Conclusion ❤ 🙂 :
Always keep a watchful eye on your children when they are near water.
Furthermore, some mountain advises from the The Norwegian Trekking Association:
THE NORWEGIAN MOUNTAIN CODE
There is a Thorn,—it looks so old,
In truth, you’d find it hard to say
How it could ever have been young,
It looks so old and gray.
Not higher than a two years child
It stands erect, this aged Thorn;
No leaves it has, no prickly points;
It is a mass of knotted joints,
A wretched thing forlorn.
It stands erect, and like a stone
With lichens is it overgrown.
William Wordsworth, The Thorn