The weather changes between sun and showers on my walk. The wind is icy and a powerful burst containing hail almost makes me lose my breath. Then suddenly around a corner, I’m sheltered and the sun breaks through a dark blue-grey sky and nature sparkles and shines in the cold spring.
Walks
The Death of a Badger
The badger is the largest predator in Denmark and can reach the age of 7 to 8 years.
We found this lovely badger dead on the railway tracks 3 days ago. Probably hit by the train in the early morning.
The badger is rather slow and noisy when looking for food, so it rarely captures healthy mammals and birds, but likes to take carrion.
It often find food within a range of 300-400 meters from the grave. The badger is a real troglodyte, who lives more than half his life down in the grave.
The badger gives birth to 2-3 cubs and raise them in the den. The cups are born in March, but they are not allowed to come out of the grave before May when they learn to seek feed together with their mother.
Sad end of a beautiful walk.
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Shelter From The Rain
When have you last sought shelter from the rain under a tree in the forest?
Standing there when raindrops are falling on withered leaves and the scent of rain fills and enriches the air you breathe.
I did that a few days ago when the sun and rain in turn were stars on a beautiful March day.

“I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets. It has given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day. It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful. Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and benumbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me – I am happy.”
By Hamlin Garland, McClure’s, February 1899
A DELIGHTFUL WALK
Sometimes ‘smultronställer’¹ shows themselves in nature quite unexpected and Søllerød Naturpark never fails to make my spirit fly high and to remember certain moments.
Woodlands and fields lie above the golf course on Rygaard Overdrev. I love the hilly area. The nature park is a continuation of Rude Skov and invites for a walk.
We often went by public transport in the past, when we wanted to explore an area.
It gives you the opportunity to begin the walk in one place and end up in another.
One sunny day not long ago I took Bus 150 towards Kokkedal Station and got off at Gammel Holte. I continued down Gamle Holte Gade and turned left just before Gammel Holte Vej.
Sometimes the path reminded me of Cumbria, of pictures I have seen from the moor in England.
Soon the path disappeared in a little lake and though I was wearing Goretex I went round and not through the new lake in order to keep warm and dry. Soon I was in the forest, Rude Skov and after a nice walk past Løje Sø I ended my walk at Holte Train Station.
Once again I had an overwhelming feeling of a longer hike. That’s what a walk can do for me when I plan the walk in the right way.
You should try it your self should you get the chance.
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A smultronställe is a Swedish term for a place that is an undervalued gem. A place to feel comfortable, and hard for others to find. Often a place with a personal and emotional value. Literally smultronställe means a place of wild strawberries.
A glacial landscape in Denmark
This is a walk not a climb. Though only 82 meter above sea level the Danish mountain, Højbjerg is a beautiful place
From the top of Højbjerg you have a lovely view over the fields and treetops.
The Ice Age landscape was formed 15,000 – 12,000 B.C.
Two glaciers created a wonderful rolling scenery of hills and valleys, lakes and marshes. A great amount of melting ice created kettle holes, and the current lake Løjesø, was formed among many lakes.
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Rush Hour
A Light Exists in Spring
A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here
A color stands abroad
On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,
But human nature feels.
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
Then, as horizons step,
Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
It passes, and we stay:
A quality of loss
Affecting our content,
As trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament.
A Light Exists in Spring by Emily Dickinson
I went to the forest to find the beautiful horses at Sandskreds Soe, the horse in this post is from my hike in December.
Nevertheless the hike was stunning with the light that gleamed in lakes and hills, grasses and trees
Det lykkedes mig ikke at finde de smukke heste ved Sandskreds Sø, hesten i dette indlæg er fra min vandretur i december.
Ikke desto mindre var vandreturen fantastisk med lyset, der skinnede i søer og bakker, græs og træer.
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God tur pas på hinanden, og husk madpakken ❤
On my way home by the lake

The sun on ripened grain…
Do not stand at my grave and weep:
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starshine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there; I did not die.
‘Do not stand at my grave and weep’
by Mary Elizabeth Frye
There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they’re absolutely free.
Don’t miss so many of them.
By Jo Walton
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Rigtig dejlig vinterferie, og pas godt på hinanden ❤
Heart-Sweetening Light!
I went for a walk in Hornbaek some days ago. The village is an old Fishermen Village. The wind blew cold along the beach but in the woods along the shore there were shelter and tranquillity. The area is very popular especial during the summer. The beach is attractive and the village is cozy with narrow streets and old houses.
Very soon spring will be here ❤
“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
Rainer Maria Rilke
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