The day was incredible hot and people took the opportunity to take a swim in historic surroundings overlooking Kronborg Castle. A spectacular choice if you ask me 😎
Hamlet would approve
Walking to The Beach
Trolls or Will-O’-The-Wisps
It was misty, and the path was hard to see.
Suddenly I saw a light ahead.
A twinkling light which disappeared into the treacherous bog.
This event lies years behind as for the drooling trolls in the woods.
Today it’s a sunny day and I’m still alive despite many insidious paths since then.
I was about to cross the bog today when someone shouted at me:
Beware of the carnivorous plants
Sometimes it’s hard to choose between Trolls, Gollum and Monster Plants so I let it go.
Tonight I will enjoy a good meal celebrating Midsummer’s Eve.
Happy Evening and beware of the dark woods and mysterious creatures 🥴
Midsummer
And ‘t is my faith, that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
William Wordsworth
The gate to Øresund
Yesterday we did a wonderful walk along the coastline and through the old town of Dragør. It is a very charming town with an interesting history dating back to the 1100s. The town’s location still has an impact on the ship traffic.
Wild weather in Denmark
Violent storms in Denmark this weekend. About a thousand lightnings are registered Friday and Saturday as well as numerous of cloudbursts.
The Wonderful World of June
A bike ride in the countryside in June is an encouraging happening. I felt as a child in Robert Louis Stevenson’s poem, The Swing:
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside.
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown–
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
The Dark Forests
The trees stand menacing like tall dark figures in the gloomy forest.
Forest lakes that seem abysmal when I try to glimpse the bottom.
A daunting silence –
The smooth surface of the rivers, which are torn by rocks.
Wasn’t that a shadow on the rock?
Didn’t you hear the fiddle?
Rain and Luxuriance
Rejoice, it’s been raining. Insects are buzzing and the birds are happier than ever.
Now summer is in flower and natures hum
Is never silent round her sultry bloom
Insects as small as dust are never done
Wi’ glittering dance and reeling in the sun
And green wood fly and blossom haunting bee
Are never weary of their melody
Round field hedge now flowers in full glory twine
Large bindweed bells wild hop and streakd woodbine
That lift athirst their slender throated flowers
Agape for dew falls and for honey showers
These round each bush in sweet disorder run
And spread their wild hues to the sultry sun …
– John Clare, June
I love insectsAn Act of Remembrance
The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows; –
The happy days unclouded to their close;
The sudden joys that out of darkness start
As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
White as the gleam of a receding sail,
White as a cloud that floats and fades in air,
White as the whitest lily on a stream,
These tender memories are; – a fairy tale
Of some enchanted land we know not where,
But lovely as a landscape in a dream.
Holidays by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
HANNA'S WALK 
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