Some days ago I was on a nice long bike ride in Dyrehaven.
The paths wind through forests, along small lakes and through open landscapes.
I’m wearing layers upon layers until the jacket can’t hold anymore 🙂
The reason is the Danish winter with a very persistent cold wind.
But I quickly forget the cold when I face the ‘inhabitants’
NOTE
I always keep a good distance to the deer so they won’t be stressed ❤️🤗
They are a pleasure to watch, small and large deer – from a distance, of course.
I was hiding behind a tree trunk 😎😊
A Wonderful New Year to All from Hanna’s Walk ❤️
The deer are lying in the grass. People are free and enjoying a walk in the sun.
A sea eagle circles high above, but disappear in the absence of prey.
Fantastic day after a Christmas with dark clouds and rain.
The chill factor is minus 1 degree. I think about how much the factor is when cycling. But there’s no reason to dwell on the cold, so I rush off to be sheltered by the woods 😊
Danish painter, Christian Zacho, 1843–1913.
Jægersborg Dyrehave in the early summer.
I had a remarkable experience a few weeks ago when I was cycling through the Deer Park.
The Stags were busy sweeping their antlers among a group of trees.
I stood quietly watching the impressive show.
When I was about to cycle, an older stag suddenly came towards me from behind.
Terrified I watched him walk right past me with only a few meters in between but all of a sudden the danger was gone and the awesome impression was all that was left.
It wasn’t me he found interesting but some trees on the other side of the path worth fighting with.
What a relief to find myself ignored 🙂
The rangers recommend visitors to stay on the path, to avoid stressing the animals
Furthermore, the red deer might hurt you seriously should you get in the way.
Have you ever been out in field and woodland, by streams and lakes, by a tree all in blossom or a hedgerow laden with berries – and just felt sure that you were not alone?
That’s how Teresa Moorey introduce her book: The Fairy Bible.
I’m tempted to read the book because I feel deeply happy to live in a place much alike.
In these days the hawthorn blossoms on the field, Hvidtjørnesletten and makes an unforgettable impression on all beings.
I have been out there several times this week to experience the atmosphere once again.
One evening the field was kind of sacred. The scent of blossoming hawthorn was intoxicating and the quiet soothing sounds from the animals made the place magical.
The deer moved imperceptible between the hawthorns while they graze.
People seemed affected and stood still or spread a blanket just to sit and be in the present. They were lowering their voice and that might have been because of the fairies.
They were afraid to scare them away.
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.
‘A Fairy Song’ by William Shakespeare
Sweet was the walk along the narrow lane
At noon, the bank and hedge-rows all the way
Shagged with wild pale green tufts of fragrant hay,
Caught by the hawthorns from the loaded wain,
Which Age with many a slow stoop strove to gain;
And childhood, seeming still most busy, took
His little rake; with cunning side-long look,
Sauntering to pluck the strawberries wild, unseen.
Now, too, on melancholy’s idle dreams
Musing, the lone spot with my soul agrees,
Quiet and dark; for through the thick wove trees
Scarce peeps the curious star till solemn gleams
The clouded moon, and calls me forth to stray
Thro’ tall, green, silent woods and ruins gray.
‘Sweet Was The Walk’ by William Wordsworth
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