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