HANNA'S WALK

The Forester Oak

It was one of those days without a cloud in the sky.
The heat wave was upon us and tormented those who weren’t at the beach.
I was on my way to the sea, when I passed the old oak, which is over 800 years old.
The tree was not very pretentious at a distance but that perception changed quickly to curiosity when I got closer.
The oak tree is hollow.
I walked through a tall passage in the tree trunk and suddenly I was in another world.
A world of silence and a welcome coolness. Actually I’ve experience this before, in a church!
I look attentively around in my newly discovered cave.
The tree gives me notions of a stalactite cave but that illusion is destroyed by the look of the green oak leaves through a hole in top of the cave.

Georg Weisler, a catholic forester used the cave as a pray chamber, maybe he was druid, in secrecy ❤
Forester Georg Weisler lived in the years 1792 – 1854, and came from Bohemia.

When trees grow old they have a story to tell

If only this tree could speak.
Often have I heard these words from people standing next to me in front of an old tree where branches and bark bear signs of age, wind and weather.
And in a way the old trees speak because stories are attached to them and retold again and again by people passing by.
Thus it is with the English Oak in Jaegersborg Deer Park:

Several years after the Bombardment of Copenhagen in 1807, a British soldier confessed an assassination on an English treasurer in the deer garden north of Copenhagen.
On his deathbed, he told that he and his buddy had buried the regiment chest with the soldiers salaries under the characteristic oak tree northeast of the Hermitage Castle.

The treasure was sought at the request of Queen Victoria, and there was a lot of digging around the old oak tree but the regiment chest didn’t materialise.

Arthur Wellesley led the occupation of Copenhagen in 1807.
The English formed a semicircle around Copenhagen from Svanemoellen to Kalveboderne
Some soldiers lived at Sorgenfri Castle in Kongens Lyngby, and camped in the deer garden, Jaegersborg Dyrehave.

The Meadow and The Birds

I hear the lark on the open meadow. Lark song makes my heart rejoice. I look at the blue sky and up there, portrayed as a troubled spot on heaven’s vault, it sings to high heaven.
It happened in March, but lasted all summer.
Now swallows practicing with their chicks. They are the masters of abrupt turns.
Never do I see a clash. Unbelievable.
I think, they all fly together towards the south.
A cheering thought ❤

Are you in Copenhagen tomorrow on Saturday the 25th.?

What are they doing on top of the Opera House? We saw an endless ladder range from the pier and to the top of the opera house.
Then suddenly I remembered the announcements for Red Bull Cliff Diving.
The people working on the roof were preparing the platform for the cliff divers competition tomorrow.

You can have all the details by attending Red Bull Cliff Diving: COPENHAGEN
Bring a binoculars, an umbrella and your lunch package and leave only your footprints behind ❤

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