A Winter Walk - Høvelte and Sjælsø
A quiet winter walk through Høvelte’s military grounds and past the ice cold waters of Sjælsø reveals a landscape of contrasts. Sheep rest peacefully in their thick winter coats, while an abandoned bunker crumbles into the earth—a relic of another time. The wooden bridge winds through golden reeds, framing the lake’s cold stillness. Just beyond, the distant hum of the city lingers, yet here, silence reigns. This photo story captures the stark beauty and quiet solitude of a cold winter’s day in North Zealand.
Sheep lie still in winter's keep,
Warm in wool, they rest and sleep.
Frosted fields stretch far and wide,
A quiet world, serene, untied.
A bunker crumbles, lost in time,
A relic left to fate’s design.
Beyond, the city hums so low,
Yet here, the silence steals the show.
Past the reeds where waters gleam,
Sjælsø cold, a winter dream.
The wooden bridge, a winding thread,
Through golden sways where footsteps tread.