The Pathless Woods

There are some trails in the forest, but they are not consistent with my old topographic map. My compass lies on my desk top at home but I’ll find the direction using the sun.

It was one of the first walks, I tested for my self in unknown terrain. I went west towards the wonderful sea.

The sun stood low in the horizon when I finally reached my destination, and I enjoyed the silence while I ate my last supplies.
Back again on the country road I found a bus heading towards the train station. It was deeply satisfying to find my way using a map and the slope of the sun.

Subsequently, I always bring a compass with me, but now also a phone with access to Viewranger and Komoot 😊

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“There is pleasure in the pathless woods. There is rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more.”
~ Lord Byron

Take pleasure in finding your own paths and leave only your footprints behind.

Happy walks 😍

Green-Robed Senators

Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,
Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,
Dream, and so dream all night without a stir…

~ John Keats, Hyperion, Book I

When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with it fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze.

~ Thomas Carlyle

The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.

~ James Allen

The Immediate and the Snow

Look Mommy, it’s been snowing!
I sat across from a mother with her little son as the train drove through a beech forest filled with anemones.
The flowers stood so close that they looked like snowdrifts in some places.
That goes years back, but the memory emerges when the anemones blossom so wonderfully.

Stay strong all of you ❤

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?

Hooray for Forest

We went into the forest on a very hot day looking for shade.
No rain of significance for three and a half months. Most green areas are withered and yellow.
To my surprise we found pleasant coolness and green lushness.
A fresh breeze came in on top of Fruebjerg and gave impression of being close to the sea, although the sea is about twenty kilometers away.

A Joyful Walk Today

Shady forests, silence, steep slopes and breathtaking views over the deep lake, Furesøen.

The Burial Mounds and Dolmens

We walk silent between dolmens and burial mounds. Trees stand as exuberant dragons in the afternoon sun. A fallen tree trunk in the sun forms a bench. The trunk lies up against a huge dolmen. We hear some faint indefinable sounds near the dolmen, but there is nothing to see.
Then suddenly a squirrel rush towards a lovely tree and disappears up the tree trunk in small glimpses.
Mysterious noises and large dolmens.
I thought Halloween had business with spirits in the graves.

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