Keep Up The Good Work

September, you are doing great. We are enjoying the wonderful days of yours ❤

By all these lovely tokens
September days are here
With summer’s best of weather
And autumn’s best of cheer.

–  Author Unknown 

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 ❤

On A Hot Summer Day

Messing about in boats is a meaningful occupation on a hot summer day 🙂

All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered.
Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
Russell Baker

Baadfarten

The Fragrance of a Norwegian Holiday

The fragrance of heather and bog is like an instant journey into the Norwegian mountains.

The Arrow and the Song

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Friends