The wood shavings sprinkled over me from the tall fir trees. Every time I stood still and looked up, everything became still. After a short time it sounded like this: Chop, chop, chop, chop, and then I noticed the woodpecker sitting in the firs.* Today is the first real day of spring! A wonderful ‘tree show’ and the sweet sound of woodpeckers. Whoopee! 😊
My own picture, with the two woodpeckers, appears in ‘Bevar Møllen ved Stampen‘, June 2015. The second image of ‘Den Store Flagspætte’, Dendrocopos major, is generated using AI.
It is believed that when you hear the call of a woodpecker, it is a message from nature urging you to be aware of the opportunities and changes happening in your life.
Having wood shavings sprinkled over me is an exquisite sign 🎈😎
*My picture of the woodpecker today wasn’t good enough, so I chose my old picture from 2015. Woodpeckers have a thing for moving 😂
Oh!! Do you remember the time Joe came rushing into the cabin shouting that some friends had climbed the tallest tree they could find. Or the biggest daredevils were covered in mud because they could easily manage to jump over the stream. Yes or do you remember… That’s how they can go on for hours when they talk about Gilwellhytten. They are former Scouts. I have no doubts when I hear them: Gilwellhytten embraces children and scout leaders, and gives them the best setting for good experiences.
In the splendid days of this spring I remembered all the talk about Gilwellhytten. We walked in the forest of Tokkekøb, and came to the scout cabin, which is perfectly situated on a large plot of land. In no time you are down by streams, lakes and lovely forest.
Gilwellhytten, has a colorful history since its construction in 1934. It has served as a gathering place for scouts, a hiding place during the occupation and a center for scout activities and training throughout the years. Its importance in promoting camaraderie, character development and resilience among Scouts in Denmark is still undeniable.
During the occupation of Denmark in the Second World War, Gilwellhytten gained even greater importance as a hiding place and a base for resistance activities against the German occupation.
It became a haven for those seeking refuge from the oppressors. The cabin’s strategic location and the scouts’ resilience contributed significantly to their efforts in these challenging times.
After the war, Gilwell Hytten continued its role as a place for scouting activities and character development.
The sluice house, the little yellow house, now a scout cabin.
It is an integral part of the Scouting community, fostering a sense of camaraderie, and providing a platform for Scouts to learn important life skills, develop leadership skills and appreciate nature.
Today, Gilwell Hytte stands as a testament to the enduring values of Scouting. It continues to inspire and motivate Scouts of all ages, providing them with a welcoming environment to learn, grow and contribute to society. The lodge continues to be an important resource for Scout leaders and participants, offering a variety of programs, training courses and events that uphold the Scout tradition.
“The first blooms of spring always make my heart sing.” ~ S. Brown
We call it the anemone forest, the Trørød forest, which lies close to the sea. Here we find tightly packed white anemones. They nod in the wind as we pass. As if they are greeting us on our walk. I greet again, and it takes some time before I have passed them all 😊😊
The many springs in Eskemose Forest have been protected since 1942 😎❤️
“Wandering in darkness under your high vaulting branches, I have dreamed so long of your green leaves and breezy blue sky, the vibrant fragrances–and the bird song! ..” Hermann Hesse
It has been years since I have been to this part of the forest. But a few days ago, the light was so clear, the sky so blue and the air so good that the day had to be used to the maximum.
The beautiful sunlit green moss lay in clusters around the tree roots, highlighting the paradox of a snowy forest floor.
‘Happiness? The color of it must be spring green’ ~ Frances Mayes
“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.” – Charles Dickens
The path winds between lakes. Sky hastingly changing colour. A swan moves through the water looking for bread? I realize I’m not breathing. I want to remember the sounds of nature. The mournful whistle of the Bullfinch. Ducks chatter quietly. Tit birds are chirping high up in the trees. The sounds of nature on a spring evening.
Maybe we’ll have snow next week. At the moment, it’s a lovely spring. People are enjoying the outdoors and the sun. Years ago I was on a great walk at Sjaelssoe. Steep hills, small springs, pastures, winding paths and a wooden pier for ‘happy swimmers’. The temperature varied a lot depending on whether I was in the woods or on the sunny meadow. It was bitterly cold in the wood by the springs, and the lake didn’t beckon for a swim, on the contrary. But the walk was worth remembering ❤
The place where you lose the trail is not necessarily the place where it ends.
Tom Brown, Jr.
HANNA'S WALK 
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