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.
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 ❤
This was just one of many hot days this summer.
We had enough of the warmth as many like-minded, so we agree to fled to the beach.
The beach is the only place to stay on such a day if you ask me.
When we arrived in Helsingor I noticed a little ship announcing a short trip around Kronborg.
Soon we sat with a beer and a soft drink enjoying the view to Kronborg.
Sailing is a proper way to spend the time too.
I hope you had a nice summer!