February 24, 2018: Twisted Beech "vresbokar"
Between Boklunden and the parking lot there are some Twisted Beech at the road. Follow Skåneleden from the parking lot. Past several beautiful Twisted Beech. Skåneleden has been redone, now go past the pond in the meadow. Following the old stretch. Through sloth forest, across the creek and up the hillside overlooking the fields. Crossing the hill, with sprawling trees, down to the pond at Torna Hällestad. It has been cold for a while, the ice is lying. Up on the hill on the other side. Several nice Twisted Beech. Also on the ridge. Over the grassland down to the stream. A stately Twisted Beech stands next to the brook. The ice has settled on the sides of the stream. Follow the path back to the parking lot.

November 10, 2014: Twisted Beech "vresbokar"
Parks at the shooting range adjacent to Boklunden. Following Skåneleden track. In the beech forest are many Twisted Beech "vresbokar". Twisted, gnarled and with branches that sprout rotated in all directions. It is wet through the pasture. At the edge is some great Twisted Beech. Lots of people, many walking the dog.

Furthermore, through the tangled forest, over the little stream, Up on the ridge overlooking Vomb hollow. A coffee break. In the string of beech on the ridge are some Twisted Beech. Going over the ridge to the pond. Then the path up on a low ridge.

Several Twisted Beech, some umbrella-shaped, beautiful. Also thickets of blackberries. Coming up on the ridge with beech again. More Twisted Beech. Some with powerful branches. Leaving the ridge, down a hill to the bridge over the creek before the foundation of the house Johan's house. In the paddock is a clump of Twisted Beech. On a trunk clutching a honeysuckle. In the corner towards the shooting range are Twisted Beech.

8 November 2009: Many years ago since I walked Prästarundan. I park at the shooting range next to the restaurant Boklunden just outside Torna Hällestad, along the gravel road to Måryd. This is a beautiful beech forest with several 'vresbokar', weird beeches that twists and winds its way up above the strollers.

I enter a pasture land with oaks. The path here is boarded. Trees are mirrored in a pond. Goes through a scrubby forest with autumn leaves that form a colorful carpet. Encounter a large company with their dogs. Crosses a creek on a small wooden bridge, go past a pasture with isolated trees, and come to a ridge with sweeping views to the northeast. Here, I usually take my coffee break, but not today.

Women emerge from a depression. I climb over a stile into the deciduous forest. Steeply down to a pond at Torna Hällestad. Goes up on the ridge on the other side. I meet the company with the dogs again. Here is a very weird beech. I'm now again in the deciduous forest, cross a hollow, go over a stile on the ridge. Follow the fence down the slope to a stile at a red- and yellow tree, and into the forest, follow a fence down to a creek.

Oh, the bridge is on the other side. I have boots and can wade across. On the other side, is a foundation, and the vague remnants of a garden (John in the woods). In the spring, it is as far as I remember a splendid flowering here. At the foundation is a bush with red berries. I guess it is Guelder-rose. This is today's picnic spot. Scratch a lot, win 50 crowns. Cross a pasture, and is inside the forest at the shooting range. Dusk settles and I drive home.

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