March 27, 2016
A spring day.
A lot of people, well attended parking lot.
Go round around the forest.
Wood anemone about to bloom.
Some Red Bird-in-a-bush likewise.
Does not seem to be as lush as I recall.
Many fallen and dead trees.
Paths and bridges made on.
Rehabilitated prior to the National Park is 100 years 2018.
An autumn stroll through the
Söderskog, across the pasture, and then Norreskog.
October 30, 2010: 'Beware of
slipping' a sign says. The wet autumn leaves
that decorate the boardwalk make it slippery. They have poured gravel
on it. Fallen
trees lie over the creek. Autumn leaves begin to cover the ground.
The path runs through the forest Söderskog, and then over a stile out
on the pasture north of the forest. The pasture is like a lawn. In a field
next to it
graze horses. Crossing the pasture to the forest Norreskog. Climb over a
stile to a opening that divide the forest. Wet and lumpy, come to a
forest road. A stile takes me into a beech forest. This is where I drink my
coffee. Crossing the opening towards west, here is a more scrubby
forest. A picnic
table has probably not been used for a long time. Follow a path to the
west, where a stile take me out to under oak trees and out on the pasture.
There are many who
are out and moving. A creek crosses the pasture. Jumping on stones to
get over. Strolling
back through the Söderskog. Looking to the stream that runs
forest, autumn leaves frame it. Walk the boardwalk to the parking lot.
Oops! I make almost a fall. The slippery warning is justified.
Spring flowers in the Dalby
17 April 2010: Listening on
"nature morning" in the radio channel P1.
The field reporter is on Kungsmarken outside Lund. Wood anemones is
about to flower she reports. In the afternoon I drive to Dalby
Söderskog south east of Lund. One of Skåne's three national
parks. A rather scrubby park, with many fallen trees, but the spring
bloom is usually enjoyable. In the parking lot are 5-6 cars. To the
south is a view of the agricultural landscape of Skåne. Wood
anemones are in the pipeline, as well as Yellow anemones. I sit down to
take a picture of a flower. Passers-by wonder what kind of flower it
is. Bird-in-a-bush. Exist as white and red. Take a picture of
something I do not recognize. A woman asks what it is. Sorry, do not
know, have to look it up at home. An elderly couple with walker is
passing by, 'a wonderful time' they greet. Right here is the path
boarded and with picnic areas. Continuing on the path, past the 'long
path', and around the park back to the parking lot. At home do I
search for what kind of flower I photographed. Concludes that it is
23/5 2009: Tomorrow is the
National Park day, I drive to my nearest
National Park: Dalby Söderskog (South Dalby Forest), which lies
just west of Dalby. It is
not the oldest National Park, it was formed in 1918, and is quite
small, 36 hektar. The
first National Parks in Sweden was formed 100 years ago, in 1909. On my
recent visit, last winter,
it was no life in the woods. Now, the greenery has taken over, most
flowering is over, bird song flows to me. Dead trees stand. Good for
the insects. I
follow the path around the edge of the woods, with some
detours into the greenery. Goes on the bridge over the rippling creek.
lining the trail. I walk out on Hästhagen north of the forest, a
reserve, with the ban to make fires. I sit down at a place of a
look out over the field. Enters the shadow of the tress again. The
leaves of the late
Ash is on the way out. The path takes me back to the car park. People
in the process of change to the party clothes. It is not to celebrate
the national park, they drive off to an other celebration.
20/12 2008: I drive to Dalby söderskog to locate the earth embankment that
goes around the area. The embankment may be a residue of an ancient stronghold. It is
marked on the map, which is at the parking lot. I walk on the
boarded handicap trail to the northern side of the woods. Storms
have ravaged the forests, and fallen trees are abundant. It looks troubled.
3-3. I note which of
those I meet who greets. I leave the trail to go out to the border with the
grazing land north of the woods, where the earth embankment goes along
border. The enmbankment is insignificant, about one meter high.
After a while I cross a brook in a depression. It is
rugged and wet. A path runs diagonally back to the parking lot. It goes along
the embankment which here can be seen more clearly. It starts to blow heavily. The
trees crack, branches drop. It is much loose hanging in the trees. Time to
to leave. I conclude with coffee and cake at Skryllegården restaurant.