You roll around on the ground, and that’s when fun occurs!
Anyone care to count how many gnomes must have got themselves entangled in that fur?
We walked a long, long way. Mr Dog didn’t get tired. He never gets tired. He’ll walk all the way to China (if that’s what it takes to find the bunnies). He’ll walk in mud up to his tummy. He’ll walk in puddles, he’ll walk in shrubbery; he’ll walk anywhere. Then he fell asleep on the bus back home. He seems a bit wiped right now. We walked nearly 15 kilometers in the forest, it took six hours, and most of the time the terrain was rather challenging (for us city creatures).
It was a nice little excursion. The heat was pretty bad at times (and it’s only April — a bit of a shock). Anyway, the excursion took us to Tyresta national park:
The park provides the opportunity for long walks in a landscape of ancient trees, strongly-scented marshes and beautiful lakes. It is a place where visitors can experience the silence of the primeval forest, with its characteristic plants and animals.
During a very hot summer, twelve years ago, a large area was destroyed by a forest fire, whose smoke could be seen even in central Stockholm, if you stood in an elevated spot or open place and gazed southward. I remember it vividly myself.
In August 1999, around 4.5 square kilometres of forest or ten per cent of the national park and nature reserve burnt down. It was over one and a half weeks before fire fighters brought the fire under control and it was even longer before it was completely extinguished. The extremely hot and dry conditions contributed to the extent of the fire and made it very difficult to put out. [Source.]
Now, the forest is recuperating. The charred corpses of trees still lie as they lay after the fire; everything is left as is. There are several walking paths over the burnt down areas. They’re awfully hot, because there are no grown trees, and thus no shadow (I’d never venture out there in the summer sun). And the area has an eerie feel to it.
The ground was at times colourful, but that was it. The light was sharp; too sharp. Few birds sang, but there were many beautiful butterflies.
In other parts of the park, there are little lakes…
… and ponds (or maybe it’s just a puddle):