In reality it is a little, old and largely abandoned side track between two streets in our suburb. It is one of the places nearby where the dogs get to run free range and they love it as much as we do. The only downside with what we affectionately call 'sherwood forest' is that the track gets very muddy in the rain, which in Bergen, is very often. But really, that only makes me extra appreciative of sunny quiet days, like today, when the dogs and I can linger over all the lovely sights and smells of the sherwood forest track.
On our way to the Sherwood track, we go past my favourite house in our neighbourhood. In winter it is covered in snow with red green apples clinging to a bare branched tree in the front yard. In the spring, its lawn becomes a sea of daffodils. In summer, it looks like this!
One of the great things about this track is that its entrace is rather hidden and you really have to be looking for it to find it. Fortunately Mina is very good at finding it! One time she even started running up it again when we passed by on the way back.
You have to kind of scramble up the embankment for a while before you get to trot along a little worn dirt path.
Eventually you reach a high point where it opens up and you get a lovely view of the mountain over cute little grass roofed hut.
Mina loves wiling away the time in this lovely open meadow section.
Mojo, however, leads us down from the meadow back onto the dirt track.
The whole track is littered with small sections of old rock walls. I guess they were from the time when the track was part of one of the large farms that used to occupy the area - the area that is now covered with the houses of our neighbourhood. I think there is something really lovely and precious about moss covered rocks walls set amidst ferns in the shade of a forest.
After a while the dirt track turns into a cobbly stone path.
At the end of the forested part of the track you reach some old farmhouse buildings, with fences and 2 absolutely beautiful old trees. Their branches reach all the way to the ground to form a canopy on one side. Again, that is Mojo's fluffy bum leading the way.
That is the end of the forest track and we then head back out into reality.
We turn for home and here, you can go left and follow the main road back, which I sometimes do in the mornings if I am in a hurry and trying to jog with the dogs, but on lovely days like today we take our time and turn right to go up past the old folks home at the end of the park...
on by a sculptors studio...
and down past our local church.
This then leaves nothing left to do but to walk down
and home. xxx
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