It was a bit grey but calm afternoon. Scattered clouds were all over the skies, and the southern wind was warm and humid. I came to my flying club and prepared for a flight.
First – a couple of local castles. Løvenborg with its red buildings and towers:
Torbenfeldt Estate, also quite impressive:
It was Saint Patrick’s Day, a religious and cultural holiday held on 17th March in Ireland and other countries. My Irish colleagues told me to wear green, so I contributed to the festivities with my old green sweater, and The Aviator got a shamrock-aura around him:
Shamrock is a symbol of Ireland. Saint Patrick, who lived during the 5th century, is the patron Saint of Ireland and its national apostle. Born in Roman Britain, he was enslaved by Irish raiders and brought to Ireland at the age of 16. He later escaped, but returned to Ireland and was credited with bringing Christianity to its people. The most well-known legend of St. Patrick is that he used shamrock to explaine the Holy Trinity. That’s why you are supposed to wear green and decorate yourself with shamrocks on the Saint Patrick’s day.
Sophienholm Grusgrav south of Maglesø lake – a place where one can buy sand, gravel and stones:
Maglesø lake is a good place to go for a walk around it. There is a tall hill on one of its sides with a beautiful view over the lake. West of Maglesø, there is a place called De Sjællandske Alper (English: The Alps of Zealand), with the highest “mountain” top at 105 m. The landscape is quite unique, it was shaped around 18,000 years ago by ice, gravel and meltwater.
Brorfelde observatorium with Denmark’s largest telescope. I had been there at several events, it’s a very nice place:
I flew further south, by the side of Ringsted city. Saint Bendt’s church on the photo below, center. It is the oldest brick church in Scandinavia, dating back to approx. 1170, when it replaced an earlier church there, built in approx. 1080 of limestone.
Saint Bendt’s church was the first Royal church in Denmark. One can see tombs of many of Denmark’s earlier monarchs and noblemen there.
I turned to the west and later headed towards home.
The town of Holbæk after the sunset:
And it’s harbour. The lights on the ground were becoming brighter and brighter:
It was time to land. I had a very good flight, and was happy I could reach it after work, though it took me 2 hours to drive those 75 km to my flying club due to traffic in Copenhagen and on the Holbæk highway.