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Sunset on Kongenshus - picture borrowed from Gitte

 

 

 

When summer comes to Jutland and you bend the hazel bow, you start out in the little blue and you head out on the road.  Passing Skive and Ejsing you journey to your rest,  with the guiding might of Lemvig to the campsites of the West

And it’s up by the Dune til you reach Thorsminde, and the long windy shores of the West coast. Its the Fiord and the heathland, by Kongenshus and Karup, ’cause the road reaches far now the summer is here

Now your words are not of sentiment, shallow or untrue, but wells of living water and from their clear deep sides we drew the songs, the tin, the horses this country’s great and ancient wilds. Your faith in God and man and nature and the keenness of your guile

So have you stood in Thyborøn at the time the sun goes down or on the memorylane in Kongenhus  – That’s when music fills your evenings!
It’s all so different now, this world, when you are the summer walker and the fisher of the pearls.

So as we close another chapter that we label Archive Gold
Still  Karup Å flows each morning and the dew falls from the sloe.
But today we were walking through a land that we have lost
While the rest sit at websites with no access to the coast

 

 

And it’s up by the Dune from Tønder til Thorsminde, and the long windy shores of the West coast. Its the Fiord and the heathland, by Kongenshus and Karup, ’cause the road reaches far now the summer is here

Borrowed and rewritten from Runrig:The Summer walkers

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQ6cQuy39ZM

People might ask, why I destroy this beutiful song by putting Danish places in the text and mixing it up – and it’s correct, for at Scotsman I’m sure I’ve destroyed the song, but it is just a try to describe the same love for my home area and the feelings I get, when I am walking or driving on my beloved areas – places which mean a lot to me and make me feel free and light.

Everytime I need to clear my thoughts, I’ve two places I prefer to visit – the one is the west coast of Jutland – I really love to feel the wind and the foam of water and salt in my face, watching that big and wild sea, which brings hope, ideas, stories, and mamories and surely makes you feel alive. The other place – the one I visited yesterday – it,s just about a mile from where I live – it’s the heathland and the memory park for all those people who started growing the heathland! This place inspires me and makes me feel peace, I can open that Golden Archive with all the stories, with our roots, with the land that doesn’t exist anymore – and everytime it is a beautiful experience

Yesterday evening I was there with Line, Malthe and Gitte. It was just at the sunset  when we got there. It was the big open land, the blue sky and the red and orange sun – really beautiful. We walked down the memory lane where the big stones are placed in a long long row. Every stone is to remember a parish from which people went to the area to grow the heathland – those stones hide a  treasure of stories about the destiny of a lot of people and your imagination and fantasy really get challenged.

When we went in the valley – the only one in miles on the big desert of heatland – the sun disappeared and we went in the dust among this big ocean of history till we reached the big circle of stones where all the momentous people are to be remembered. We rested for a while talking about the big Danishpoets of the heathland and about the music which is to be played her in the summer before we turned back towards the car. Now it had got dark and above us was the big clear sky filled with sparkling stars – there was a silent mist over the big area of heath.

When I’ve been for such a walk I feel peacefull and satisfied – to me it is meditation, refreshness and peacefull at the same time – I feel connected to my roots and feel really at home.

After uch an experiene, I can drive back, open my computer, surf the web-sites, write my blog and again connect to the modern digital world and with renewed power be an – almost – ordinary citizen of the modern world with all its blessings and sorrows

Malthe on Kongenshus

 

 

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