HANNA'S WALK

Denmark celebrates Midsummer Night every year on 23rd of June.
People gather around bonfires to sing and celebrate Midsummer.
Though something was different this year.
The drought conditions lead to a burn ban and the conditions haven’t change, on the contrary.
There are no signs of rain for the time being.

But that day on 23rd of June we went to Roskilde to celebrate Midsummer and it was a thrill to see the Sea Stallion from Glendalough in its right element, the fjord. You can read about the full arrangement for the ship at the Viking Ship Museum site.

We visited the old part of the town and had a great walk at Sct. Jørgensbjerg. The locals calls it The Mountain.
The view is magnificent!

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Beach Rules: Soak up the sun. Ride the waves. Breathe the salty air. Feel the breeze. Build sandcastles. Rest, relax, reflect. Collect seashells. Bare-feet required.
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Caught Up in a Thunderstorm

We are experience an exciting summer weather. Thunder and the most violent rainstorm I’ve ever experienced suddenly replace lovely sunshine.
When I drove home from the beach the other day a woman was heading home on her paddle board.
Bad weather was coming up and she looked fragile with her profile against The Oresund Bridge and the windmills and no visible coast.
But of course the coast wasn’t far away.
I got home before the storm broke loose but I wasn’t that lucky two days ago but that’s another story.

Did you get caught up in a thunderstorm recently and what steps did you take to stay safe?

If I hurry I can make it before the rain starts.
That was my last thought before I rode the bike through the deer park and down to the sea.
Beautiful cumulus clouds were building up on the horizon, and the weather forecast predicted violent thunderstorms mixed with hail in exquisite places .
The sea was wonderful. Boats were mirroring their white sails in the dark shadows from towering clouds while two kayakers were sliding past me only leaving a faint murmur behind.
On my way back through the forest the clouds became darker and suddenly I hear the familiar sound of thunder while the rain starts pouring down.
While I wait out of the rain, I suddenly see a big stag on the other side of the trail.
A few minutes we look each other in the eyes, then he disappears worthy among the trees, leaving a rush in my stomach.
Maybe it was the same stag I met on a lovely autumn day: A golden moment

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