“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?” “What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?” “I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet. Pooh nodded thoughtfully. “It’s the same thing,” he said.”
I’ve been bike riding on Route N9 in the summer heat.
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
The route lies between Copenhagen and Elsinore. In fact the route actually ends in Gedser. Read more about N9
Always look out for traffic no matter if you cross the coastal road or choose to stay on route N9
A few things to explore about many on your way to Elsinore: Cycling Route N9
Remember a worthy packed lunch 👩🍳🥐🥑🥕🥙🥝
And leave nothing behind you than exquisite ruts from your bike 😎
I have kept this postcard for many years. It speaks to my fantasy. I like to think that the three men are old friends with lots of memories to share. I bought the card in a little village in Turkey. Had I walked round the corner, I had certainly encountered this trio.
A good friend is like a four-leaf clover; hard to find and lucky to have – Irish Proverb
On a day when the wind is perfect, the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty.
Quote by Rumi – Photo by Hanna Greenwood
A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:
“My soul is full of longing
for the secret of the sea,
and the heart of the great ocean
sends a thrilling pulse through me.”
Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars… and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole existence is joyful. Everything is simply happy. Trees are happy for no reason; they are not going to become prime ministers or presidents and they are not going to become rich and they will never have any bank balance. Look at the flowers — for no reason. It is simply unbelievable how happy flowers are. ~ Osho