No, I wasn’t in any real danger except for the impact of beauty the landscape has on me.
When you wish to keep walking đ
The area is a beautiful part of a glacial landscape.
A Dangerous Walk
The mysterious sound in the bog
To begin with, it was silence that dominated natures sound scape.
Weakly I could hear the children play on the other side of the lake, but then there was this deep low-frequency engine sound.
That sounds like a motocross track nearby, I said.
We stopped and looked across the bog.
Then we caught sight of millions of eyes in the water between the grasses
Hmm! Well at least a hundred.
The bog was alive. Hundreds of frogs were for congress.
A form of song contest, I think đžđžđž
When bright flowers bloom …
When bright flowers bloom
Parchment crumbles, my words fade
The pen has dropped …
Morpheus
Choose your walk with care
I had a longing for sun and bright spring flowers after seeing Jo’s post about Algarve, Portugal.
The forest wasn’t an option. None of the places I could think of was an option for that bright sunny impression ‘The beauty of an Algarve Spring’ had on me.
Then I remembered The Arboretum in HĂžrsholm and I wasn’t cheated.
The beautiful rhododendrons were in bloom.
The sun was out and the song thrush entertained from his large repertoire. The blackbird hummed and the bees were beeesyyy.
A marvellous walk in Denmark.
Always remember your packed lunch and leave nothing behind you but a đ
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My tribute to the light
Anton Melbye, 1854, A Seascape. Solen staar naer horisonten. Statens Museum for Kunst
A Glorious Walk
Forest and Stream! I love to trace
Your inmost depths, your watery race;
I love your dense, primeval shade,
O forest monarch! to invade.
I love, O grand, majestic Stream!
To wander where your ripples gleam,
To plunge beneath your ice-cold breast;
To seek the wild-fowl that infest
Your wooded shores; to spread the sail
In gusty breeze or howling gale;
To take the springing trout that skim
Your face, or in abysses swim;
In storm, in calm, in shade, in shine,
My heart, my steps to thee incline.
No haunts of earth so fair I deem
As Forest-side and banks of Stream!
Isaac McLellan
Dear March
The Stream
March has been extremely rainy in Denmark, and we are only halfway there. The picture I took yesterday in the rain reminds me of BobbeÄ, Bornholm.
Years ago we were celebrating Easter in Bornholm. It was in March, it was exceedingly cold, very windy and the most prevalent colour was brown and grey.
But the nature was staggering. Sea, rocks and impressive streams.
We defied the weather, and walked on a path along a stream surrounded by cliffs. Suddenly the path came to an end. We looked around and saw a tempting path on the other side of the stream.
We decided to wade the stream. We took off shoes and socks and went out into the ice-cold stream.
Do you know that it hurts to wade a stream in that time of year? It does!!
I am happy that it hasn’t been necessary in Norway, but I have read about other walkers heroic achievements.
The bigger hardships on a hike, the better the memory afterwards đ
Marts har vÊret sÊrdeles regnfuld i Danmark, og vi er kun halvvejs. Billedet jeg tog i gÄr i regnen, minder mig om BobbeÄ pÄ Bornholm.
For mange Är siden fejrede vi pÄske pÄ Bornholm. Det var i marts, det var ekstremt koldt, meget blÊsende, og den mest udbredte farve var brun og grÄ.
Men naturen var svimlende. Hav, klipper og imponerende vandlĂžb.
Vi trodsede vejret, og gik pÄ en sti langs et vandlÞb omgivet af klipper. Pludselig ophÞrte stien. Vi kiggede rundt, og sÄ en fristende sti pÄ den anden side af Äen.
Vi besluttede at vade strĂžmmen. Vi tog sko og strĂžmper af, og gik ud i den iskolde strĂžm.
Ved du, at det gÞr ondt at vade en strÞm pÄ denne tid af Äret?
Det gĂžr det!!
Jeg er glad for, at det ikke har vĂŠret nĂždvendigt i Norge, men jeg har lĂŠst om andre vandreres heroiske prĂŠstationer.
Jo stĂžrre vanskeligheder pĂ„ en vandretur, desto bedre husker man turen đ
Exploring
Then something Tookish woke up inside him, and he wished to go and see the great mountains, and hear the pine-trees and the waterfalls, and explore the caves, and wear a sword instead of a walking-stick.
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit or There and Back Again
Never make a decision on an empty stomach
It was cold, it was windy, and he was tired and hungry after a long walk. I’m talking about one of my neighbours.
Suddenly he was standing in front of a flooded path in the bog and he didn’t want to go a detour to reach home.
I can easily balance on a wooden log, he thought.
Maybe it was the idea of freshly brewed coffee and newly baked buns, which left the doubt off.
It all went well, right up until one of the wooden logs gave in to the weight.
The boot slipped on the greasy surface, and he fell into the bog. He couldn’t reach the bottom with his feet but managed to grab one of the wooden logs and pull himself up on the path.
The stench of the rotten bog water, and the cold weather made him capitulate.
He phoned home. But he had to sit on a thick layer of newspapers all the way.
It’s a funny story, but only because of a happy ending.
Always remember your packed lunch and leave only your footprints behind â€
NymĂžlle, Kongens Lyngby, Denmark
Lyngby Ă
mose, Kongens Lyngby, Denmark
Erantis
NymĂžlle, Kongens Lyngby, Denmark
Det var koldt, det var blÊsende, og han var trÊt og sulten efter en lang gÄtur. Jeg taler om én af mine naboer.
Nu stod han foran en oversvĂžmmet sti i mosen, og han Ăžnskede ikke at tage en omvej for at komme hjem.
Jeg kan nemt balancere pÄ trÊstammen, tÊnkte han.
MĂ„ske var det ideen om friskbrygget kaffe og nybagte boller, der efterlod enhver tvivl.
Det hele gik godt, indtil Ă©n af trĂŠstammerne gav efter for vĂŠgten.
StÞvlen gled pÄ den fedtede overflade, og han faldt i mosen.
Han kunne ikke nÄ bunden med fÞdderne, men formÄede at gribe fat i én af trÊstammerne og trÊkke sig op pÄ stien.
Stanken af det rÄdne mosevand, og kulden fik ham til at kapitulere.
Han ringede hjem. Men han var nÞdt til at sidde pÄ et tykt lag aviser hele vejen.
Det er en sjov historie, men kun fordi det gik godt.
God tur, husk endelig madpakken og efterlad kun dine fodspor â€
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