Please Say Yes!!!

Have you ever been exhausted after a walk in the mountains?
When dark grey clouds are low and hide the view.
When it’s cold and the rain makes the snow soft and you sink to your knees.

When you travel in unfamiliar terrain without the shadow of a human being and are elated by a day-old apple hull.
There have been people before you – recently!

Then it’s a relief when the mountain hut finally comes into view after hours and hours of challenges.
That’s how I felt when I spotted Pytbua in Tafjordfjella in Norway.
I had only walked in the mountains ONCE before, and along easy trails.
Now this walk was one that far exceeded my imagination.

I felt myself transformed back to Norway when I watched the British documentary about the great escape routes during World War II.

I’ll not draw any comparisons with the Pyrenees and Norway or the terrible conditions under which 33.000 people successfully escaped to Spain.
Among them were 782 people who walked over the high mountains of Ariege in the Pyrenees.

However, the great relief of former marine Monty Halls in the documentary is undeniably a bit like mine, when he spots a refuge after one of the toughest and most dangerous walks over the high-lying dramatic landscape of the Pyrenees.

When he points towards the refuge and asks: Is that where we are going? Please Say yes!!!

Har du nogensinde været tæt på udmattelse efter en vandring i bjergene?
Når mørkegrå skyer hænger lavt og skjuler udsigten.
Når det er koldt, regnen gør sneen blød, og du synker ì til knæene.
Når du rejser i ukendt terræn uden skyggen af ​​et menneske og bliver opstemt af et daggammelt æbleskrog.
Der har været mennesker før dig – For nylig!

Så er det en lettelse, når bjerghytten endelig kommer til syne efter timer og timer med udfordringer.

Jeg havde kun gået i bjergene en gang før og langs lette stier.
Denne vandring var én, der overgik min vildeste fantasi.

Det blev som en rejse tilbage i tiden til Norge, da jeg så den britiske dokumentar om de store flugtveje under 2. verdenskrig.

Jeg vil ikke foretage nogen sammenligning mellem Pyrenæerne og Norge eller de forfærdelige forhold, under hvilke 33.000 mennesker med succes slap til Spanien.

Imidlertid er det den store lettelse fra tidligere marine Monty Halls i dokumentaren, der unægteligt er lidt som min, da han får øje på bjerghytten efter en af ​​de hårdeste og farligste vandreture over Pyrenæernes højtliggende dramatiske landskab.

Da han peger ned mod hytten og spørger sin guide: Er det der, vi skal hen? Vil du ikke nok sige JA!!!

A Tent With A View

We met them at the lake. They were camping for the night. Few words were exchanged between them, each knew what the other was doing and vice versa.
I took a picture of their view from the tent.
It doesn’t get much better! – The view I mean 🙂

When was the last time you spent a quiet moment just doing nothing – just sitting and looking at the sea, or watching the wind blowing the tree limbs, or waves rippling on a pond, a flickering candle or children playing in the park?
Ralph Marston

Hiking from Marsh to Beach

Sunken ancient roads and old bridges. I think it is fascinating to imagine what challenges people had in the old days when they travelled through the landscapes.

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People have been very exposed to all kinds of weather with the equipment they had back then. Passages through wetlands must have been very challenging.

Ellemosen is a wonderful marsh with a 2,800-year-old paved path, and a 5,200-year-old pile-built bridge, which today is hidden underwater.

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Now new paths have been established in the marsh, but for a completely different purpose. Birds and beavers are waiting for your visit.

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Far out in the marsh is a very nice and cozy hide in an old pumping station.

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Inside the hide, there are lots of information about what kind of birds you can see in the marsh.

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The picture on the right shows the 2,800 old paved path, and on the horizon Tibirke Church is seen as a small red dot.

DSC08167On my way towards Tisvilde Beach, I make a detour in the hills of Tibirke Bakker, up to a place called Udsigten, ‘the view’.
To the right, I see Arresø with Arrenæs and to the left a glimpse of Kullen’s ‘blue mountains’ in Sweden. In the middle of it all lies Holløse Bredning, the marsh.

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I continue my walk down to Skovkærsvej in the forest, Tisvilde Hegn and out to the sea.

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I can highly recommend a walk in this wonderful area ❤

Before a rain shower

A walk in a glacial moraine landscape

I don’t know about you but after a walk in the rain I found this great idea for a late summer walk in a glacial moraine landscape next to Arresø. We did the walk in the month of May, one of my favourite month.

Most of the surrounding land is made up of the last glacial moraine landscapes, but in addition there are widespread post-modern formations that are the result of land elevations, sea rises, water and wind erosion as well as sea and fresh water deposits, etc.

The central and southern part of the peninsula consists of a high-altitude, steadily hilly terrain with the highest point Maglehøj, 70 m above sea level, while the northern part consists of a low-lying, hilly terrain with the highest point of Little Maglehøj, 27 m above sea level : Naturstyrelsen

Now – Bring Me That Horizon

Now – bring me that horizon – The last line from Pirates of the Caribbean

If you need to get in the ‘right mood’ you can find recipes for Pirate Rum Drinks on the Pirate Empire

Armies of light

I came across wonderful poetry by Daniel March written in 1869 and found it to be a religious text. That is not my reason for quoting the poetry, but because the description reminds me of the overwhelming joy it is, to walk in nature. When the clouds cast their shadows over hills and rivers, mountains and lakes in an ever-changing game.
The poetry of nature.

Clouds are among the most striking appearances in the natural world. Whether heralding the dawn with beacons of flame and banners of gold, or escorting the sun’s descending car with armies of light and sapphire thrones; whether clothing the mountains with garments of beauty, or enriching the landscape with flying shadows; whether shading the weary from the noonday heat, refreshing the field and the garden with gentle showers, or shaking the earth with mighty thunders; whether moving in silent and solitary grandeur along the blue deep of the sky, or covering the whole heavens with black and jagged masses, torn by the tempest and hurled onward like charging hosts in the shock of battle,—glorious in the morning, grateful at noonday, prophetic of the dawn at evening, clouds lend a charm to every landscape, a diversity to every season and a lesson to every thoughtful mind. No earthly scene could attract us long if deprived of light and shade from the changing clouds, and with our present feelings we should find it hard to be satisfied with heaven itself if it be one unvaried, cloudless noon. ~Daniel March, “The Balancings of the Clouds,” Our Father’s House, or the Unwritten Word, 1869

Treebeard in the Fairy Forest

I went to see Treebeard the other day and he still has a majestic appearance. If you wonder who is Treebeard I always have one foot in the world of Tolkien.

Tolkien Gateway: Treebeard, also known as Fangorn, was the oldest of the Ents, a tree-like being who was a sort of “shepherd of trees”. Very tall and stiff-limbed, with bark-like skin and leafy hair, like most Ents, Treebeard took a long time to make up his mind. He repeatedly spoke of not “being hasty”.

O! What are you doing,
And where are you going?
Your ponies need shoeing!
The River is flowing!
O! Tra-la-la-lally
Here down in the valley!

The Bumble Bee

When at home alone I sit
And am very tired of it,
I have just to shut my eyes
To go sailing through the skies
To go sailing far away
To the pleasant Land of Play;
To the fairy land afar
Where the Little People are;
Where the clover-tops are trees,
And the rain-pools are the seas,
And the leaves, like little ships,
Sail about on tiny trips;
And above the Daisy tree
Through the grasses,
High o’erhead the Bumble Bee
Hums and passes.

~ Robert Louis Stevenson

On My Way Home

On my way home from the grocery store, I was a swing down by the river. It’s very important to check the water level after the last rainfall 😊

“Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute,
day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways.”
~ Stephen Vincent Benet