Uncle Henry´s Universe.

Uncle Henry´s Universe.

About the blog

I have no heavy training... Barely Elementary School. Preferred the wilderness, it became my university, but I got muddy boots and experience instead of School knowledge so my English was therefore quite inadequate. This blog is a project to improve my skills in English language.

We all have our own universe, welcome to visit mine.

Winter knocks on.

KayakPosted by Uncle Henry Fri, November 28, 2014 15:52:46

It's 13 degrees below zero, light snow and virtually no wind. The silence is present in the way it always is, in the light poor part of the year. A distant call from a swan on the way to warmer regions, the sound of the paddle caressing water and the crispy sound of crumbling new ice. Magical.

The ice is covering the bays; maybe it's the season's final kayaking. Soon, the lake is completely covered with ice. A gigantic start and landing place for paramotor flight, beautiful. There are always other opportunities for enjoyment of life.

I got to play icebreaker for a while. Ridiculous, but a bit of fun anyway, but childish ... yes yes, I know!

The beach at Kläggen, our nearest swimming lake, is abandoned long ago. Swimwear exchanged for snowmobile suit, harsh times lie ahead.



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Moonlight Kayaking

KayakPosted by Uncle Henry Sun, September 22, 2013 10:42:31

Finally paddle premiere, late in the year but unforgettable. To paddle in the moonlight is an experience that we enjoy too infrequently, it often goes years between.

Aunt and I set course across flat calm water when the full moon rose over Rowan Hill. Darkness fell quickly as it does this time of year, it was chilly and mist rose from the slightly warmer water. The moonlight painted the tracks of our journey in silver. It was magical.

Sound carries well over water and get another character in the dark. A distant diesel engine who struggling in an uphill, a grey heron that scream out his dissatisfaction when we probably raise it from its rest, geese chatting from the beach and the calm evocative sound of the paddle, leaving the water.

Fog veils thickened and for a moment, we thought that the Black Pearl coming towards us, but it was probably just a small island, we believe ...



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First kayaking this year!

KayakPosted by Uncle Henry Fri, March 30, 2012 17:26:26

At last! First kayaking this year. A rather cold morning, windy and a few degrees below zero but absolutely wonderful. Birdsong, mostly chaffinch. Some Canadian geese, lapwings and cranes. Saw two pairs of teals, first ones this spring.

Began with Röjdälven (Grubbed river?), downstream, good speed on the water. There are traces of beavers everywhere. A stunning rat and a big modifier of the landscape.

Then a small river named Hasslan. Calm and peaceful. Perfect start to the day, especially when the afternoon consists of working with a bellowing chainsaw.

Upstream, the lake Kläggen. Here you have to lift your kayak past the floodgates.

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