»Dies ist mein Gebot, daß ihr liebet.« … »This is my commandment, that you love.«

(Foto: https://www.lentmadness.org/2016/02/meister-eckhart-vs-drogo/ )

»Dies ist mein Gebot, daß ihr liebet.« Was will er damit sagen, daß er spricht: »daß ihr liebet«? Er will ein Wörtlein sagen, auf das ihr achten sollt: Die Liebe ist ganz lauter, ganz entblößt, ganz abgelöst in sich selber. Die besten Meister sagen, die Liebe, mit der wir lieben, sei der Heilige Geist. Es gab manche, die dem widersprechen wollten. Dies aber ist immer wahr: Alle Bewegungen, durch die wir zur Liebe bewegt werden, in der bewegt uns nichts anderes als der Heilige Geist. Liebe in ihrem lautersten, ganz in sich selbst abgelösten Sein ist nichts anderes als Gott. Die Meister sagen: Das Ziel der Liebe, auf das hin die Liebe alle ihre Werke wirkt, ist die Gutheit, und die Gutheit ist Gott.
Sowenig mein Auge sprechen und meine Zunge Farbe erkennen kann, ebensowenig kann sich die Liebe auf irgend etwas anderes neigen als auf die Gutheit und auf Gott.

Meister Eckhart (Deutscher Theolog, Philosoph und Mystiker (1260-1328))

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… „This is my commandment, that you love.“ What does he mean by saying: „That you love“? He wants to say a little word, to which you should pay attention: Love is completely pure, completely exposed, completely detached in itself. The best Masters say that the love with which we love is the Holy Spirit. There were some who wanted to contradict this. But this is always true: All movements through which we are moved to love, nothing but the Holy Spirit moves us in them. Love in its purest, completely detached being is nothing other than God. The Masters say: The goal of love, towards which love works all its works, is goodness, and goodness is God.
As little as my eye can speak and my tongue can see color, just as little can love incline to anything other than goodness and God.

Meister Eckhart (German theologian, philosopher and mystic (1260-1328))

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Und in diesem Sinne wünsche ich euch noch einen angenehmen Sonntag!

… And in this spirit, I wish you all a pleasant Sunday!

Schottland 1974, Teil 10 … Scotland 1974, part 10

Kingussie – Pitlochry (river Tummel) – Birnam the loop way – Perth


23. July 1974 (Tuesday)

We plan to spend the next night on the river Tummel. We are picked up by an elderly English couple. They tell us about Lord Atholl, who is the only Lord who still has a private army of, I believe, 20 men. He is said to have driven a woman out of his county, who ran a prosperous hotel, using boycott in order to get also this source of income into his possession. He likely used threats and bribery as well, they said. Somehow the matter throws a strange light on this rich Lord.

River Tummel, photo: Val Vannet, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=9176027lord.

The couple persuades us to come with them to Pitlochry, a few kilometers past our junction. Since we think we still have a lot of time, we eat with the two who are really nice and then visit Pitlochry. It’s a pretty little town. In a bookstore we meet the Belgian horde from Kingussie again.

Pitlochry, photo: booking.com [This must be an old photo, look at the cars!]

We also see some college boys in kilts and realize that they don’t suit  everyone. (The blond giant from Braemar last year, he looked good in a kilt. A picture of a man! 😉 )

Finally we hitchhike back to our intersection. The street that is destined for us doesn’t look very reassuring, so empty and poorly maintained. A VW bus full of children of different nationalities takes us to where the youth hostel had to be. But where is the sign? I go down to the Queen’s Hotel, a beautiful, well-preserved castle, to ask. [There isn’t any Queen’s Hotel anymore, and I cannot find the building in question.] I get inhibitions when I enter the elegant hall, which is thickly lined with wonderful carpeting. I feel like a real saddle tramp in my jeans and oil jacket. Basically I am, am I not? I learn that this castle was the youth hostel until the end of last year. (So ​​one really should get a new youth hostel guide every year!) That is a hard blow for us, stranded on a lonely forest road. Above all, it is raining cats and dogs every ten minutes.

Our „little“ detour. I don’t know, how far down the road we actually went though. Too far on foot
and in heavy rain.

A woman comes out of a house like a saviour angel and walks towards her car. My best friend asks her if she could take us with her and explains the situation to her. Little angelically, she refuses harshly and wants to send us to Loch Rannoch (that is, further out of our way), but then lets herself be persuaded to invite us. My friend doesn’t give up because there is hardly any chance for us to get away from here, and we are accordingly desperate. In such situations, my friend often develops courage and willpower while I resign. I was reluctant to speak to the woman and in my mind I was already walking back down the road …

Loch Tummel Hotel, photo: https: http://www.kayak.com/hotel
This could well have been the „Queens Hotel“; it is a bit further down the road than indicated on the above map. It is the only building that could have given me the impression of a castle.

On the way we rave about the river Tummel and how wonderful it must be to have a house here. This way we make her noticeably friendlier.

And it’s not even a lie, because this is one of the most beautiful regions in Scotland from what we’ve seen so far. (It’s amazing how easy it is to win people over with flattery and compliments, however smart or cunning they are.) Finally, we come to the topic of Glaswegians, a fertile subject in Scotland. One should, however, sound out beforehand what the interlocutor thinks of them. But we tell her frankly that we don’t find them as bad as they are always portrayed to us. On the contrary, we felt very comfortable in Glasgow. Fortunately, we hit the bull’s eye! Our lady joins in enthusiastically and says repeatedly: „There is not a thing wrong with the Glaswegians!“ – We won her heart. Maybe she or someone she knows is from Glasgow.

Happy to be back in Pitlochry, we thank her profusely for her great willingness to help and reap a smile and a “You are welcome”. (Hypocritical old woman, I think, just as hypocritically.) Suddenly a totally drunk old woman stumbles past us and our lady comments with contempt: „What a disgrace!“ – My friend thinks it is typical for this woman to say something like that.

We try to hitchhike on to Birnam with the weather alternating between burning sun and heavy rain. Not even the impregnation of our backpacks can withstand the amount of water that falls on us. Finally, a work car picks us up with a few young guys, who would like to have us with them as far as Perth. But we decided to spend the night in Birnam (Macbeth !!!), where a ’simple’ youth hostel awaits us again. I think it’s one of the most primitive around.

Birnam Youth Hostel, photo: booking.com

A younger German couple arrives with two children. They want to spend the night in a different and more adventurous way. For these people, a youth hostel is obviously a giant step back to nature. They act like heroes at the front and as if a hostel was THE gag. I feel very annoyed and explain to them that they all have a job to do in the morning before leaving, as this is the way in hostels. (Knowing this, however, doesn’t stop them playing stupid the next morning and asking for their IDs without asking about their jobs. The Warden, not a jubilant guy anyway, gets even more grumpy. At that moment, I just hope that nobody notices what nationality we are.)

In the evening in Birnam we go to a small, cozy pub. There we meet a very nice couple from New Zealand. We tell them that we plan to raise sheep in New Zealand. They smile at that a little, but still give us their address and invite us to come over for half a year or more. But we should  leave our kith and kin at home, please.

Birnam postoffice and tea room, photo: Alan Robertson

An old Scot tells us about his time as a soldier in the Rhineland, where he had a very nice girl. Most Scots we meet see Germany as a great nation, in contrast to Scotland, which makes me somewhat sad (that they disregard their own country), but they also warn us of possible hostility towards Germans. We did not encounter any anti German hostility on the whole trip. Only in the newspaper do I read of two cases in London where girls were killed on the subway and the railroad because of their German nationality. As I said, we did not experience any hostility.

Beautiful garden in Birnam, photo: tripadvisor

July 24, 1974 (Wednesday)

The next hitchhiking stretch to Perth is very short. We have wonderful summer weather to take a look at the city.

Perth, South Inch, photo: tripadvisor
(Perth, North Inch, photo: Geograph Great Britain and Ireland [Perth, the smallest city in Scotland, it is situated between two inches, remember? 😉 ]

For the next day we are planning a trip to neighbouring County Angus. A fish truck driver heading to Aberdeen picks us up. The driver tells us that he will come to the same place every morning at 10 a.m. in case we want to ride again with him at some point.

Angus is a rather agriculturally developed region, highly civilized, because there are fences everywhere. Here we cannot sit in the landscape where we want, like in Morar, but have to be content with the roadside. We drive back to Perth on a different road. Gypsies [traveling people is the correct term, although I never thought of the word gypsy as something degrading, I have always romanticized them, Sainte Marie de la mèr und so]  live on the kerb in front of the city. If there weren’t people, one could think that it was a junkyard. It looks very poor. [In the meantime I have seen Travelers in various countries. Even in Romania it didn’t  look that bad. They are best organized in France. There are special places with fountains for the Roma to spend the night along the country roads. They also seem to be more prosperous there. I hope that the conditions for the traveling people have improved in Scotland after 1974, just like they did in Glasgow. They actually did not look like Roma.]

Perthshire is also called Dewar’s County because of the many whiskey distilleries. My friend didn’t particularly like Perth. I on the other hand have a preference for this city without being able to say exactly why.

Perth, old bridge, photo: blogspot.com
[The one that was built in medieval times by the Romans 😉 ]

In the evening we do our pub studies again. The slightly finer one in the back of a hotel is boring. Nobody is talking to us. The ordinary Central Pub is more interesting. An elderly gentleman tells us endless stories about where he has already been, how many languages ​​he speaks, etc. etc., and he puts on a connoisseur-of-all-things-face. [Haha, first we got too little talk, then we got too much.] When he is powdering his nose, three other, younger men come over and shield us off. They tell us that nobody speaks to this man anymore, so he approaches strangers who at least still listen to him. He’s actually a first rate irritator. While we are talking to the others, he tries to tap us on the shoulder from behind their backs to regain our attention.
One young man first tells me that his wife always wears jeans too, like us. Then he talks about a Danish girl, who spent a whole summer with him in his caravan: „That was a fine lass!“ (Oho, I think, these subtle allusions. I have the impression that in Great Britain they don’t take fidelity too seriously.)

(To be continued)

P.S.:
I found it, the „castle“ on Loch Tummel, couldn’t let it rest, on the Geograph page.

In 2012 it was a private house, before it had been the Queen’s View Hotel, and before that a Youth Hostel. The photo is from 53 years ago. On the map below it is situated where it says „hotel“ at the waterfront.
That means that our „loop“ had only been half as long as marked on the google earth photo above.

Der Garten Anfang Mai 2021 … The garden at the beginning of May 2021

Viele Blümchen im Wind. Ich lasse mal hauptsächlich die Bilder sprechen (wenn ich mich zurückhalten kann), ansonsten kommentiere ich KURZ in den Bildunterschriften. 😉 Und zum Abschluss habe ich ein kleines Video von einer ausserordentlich emsigen Hummel.

… Many flowers swaying in the wind. I will mainly let the photos talk (if I can restrain myself), otherwise I will give SHORT comments in the captions. 😉 And at the end I show you a little video with a rather industrious bumblebee.

Dieses Vergissmeinnicht bekommt blaue Blüten, die sich dann rosa färben. Es hat sich selbst bei mir ausgesät.
… This myosotis gets blue flowers, which change to pink. It sowed itself in my garden.
Meine grösste Bärlauchgruppe. … My largest group of wild garlic.
Immer noch am Blühen, schon seit Wochen.
… Still flowering strong for weeks now.

Die Steine zwischen Kiesfläche und Fussweg.
… These stones form a border between the pebbles and the sidewalk.

Auch ein Selbstaussäer. Ich bin ziemlich sicher, dass das eine Felsenbirne ist (Amelanchier lamarckii).
… Also a self settler. I am quite certain that this is a juneberry tree.

Ganz zaghaft schieben sich die so genannten „Maiglöckchen“ aus der Erde. Hallo! Aufwachen!
… Very faintheartedly, the lily of the valley are showing their tips. Hello! Wake up!
Meine zarte Waldrebe, die sich an ihrem neuen, geschützten Standort sehr wohl fühlt.
… My delicate wood clematis, which is feeling really well in its new place.
Ein Pinselstrich der Individualität … 😉
… A brush of individuality … 😉
Der einzige Rhododendron, der blüht, bei den anderen sind die Knospen noch total zu. Nur eine der japanischen Azaleen fängt so langsam an zu blühen. Es ist alles sehr spät dieses Jahr.
… The only rhododendron that is flowering, the buds of all the others are still tightly shut. Only one of the Japanese azalea is starting to flower. Everything is very late this year.

Eine meiner schönsten Wildtulpen. Sie öffnet ihre Blüten nur bei klarem Sonnenwetter.
… One of my most beautiful wild tulips. It only opens its flowers in clear sunny weather.

Ich bin ganz zufrieden damit, wie sich die Blumenbeete entwickelt haben in den 2,5 Jahren. Das Weisse im Beet sind Hagelkörner … meine armen Impatiens!
… I am quite content how the flowerbeds have developed during the last 2.5 years. The white stuff in the foreground is hail.

Das war’s vom Garten. Ich entdecke jeden Tag was Neues. Habt noch eine schöne Restwoche.

… That was it from the garden. Every day I discover something new. Have a nice rest of the week.

Es pressiert wohl noch nicht, ist aber wichtig … This is not that urgent yet, but it is important

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Ein Dienstagslächeln … A Tuesday smile


Ich habe diese Geschichte zwar schon in verschiedener Form als Sketch gesehen, finde aber, dass diese Version witzig und gut gemacht ist. Ich habe sie bei Blogger MSamba gefunden (Manchester School of Samba). Viel Spass! 🙂

… I have seen this story in several versions as a sketch, but I think this one is really funny and well made. I found it on MSamba’s blog (Manchester School of Samba). Enjoy! 🙂

Østerhurup im Aprilmai … Østerhurup in Aprilmay

Am vergangenen Sonnabend war das Wetter, milde gesagt, gemischt. Am Vormittag hatten wir etwas Sonne und beeilten uns zum Strand, wo es natürlich anfing zu tröpfeln. Wir liessen uns nicht beirren und fanden heraus, dass in der Zwischenzeit sämtliche Brücken aufgebaut waren, so dass wir unseren Lieblingsrundgang endlich wieder einmal gehen konnten.

… Last Saturday the weather was changeable, to put it mildly. In the morning we had a bit of sun, so we rushed to the beach, where it started dripping. But we did want to be discouraged and went on, and we found out that in the meantime all bridges had been set up, so that we finally could go on our favourite short walk again.

Brücke Nr. 1, die zur Sandbank führt.
… Bridge no. 1, the one leading to the sand bank.

Wir hatten dann Glück, dass es gerade dort, wo wir uns befanden, trocken wurde und blieb. Aber schaut mal in die Umgebung:

… We were lucky that in exactly that spot, where we were, it stopped raining and remained dry. But look at the surroundings:


So weit weg waren diese Wolken dann auch wieder nicht.
… These clouds were not that far away, actually.


Brücke Nr. 2 von der Sandbank zum Jacht- und Fischereihafen.
… Bridge no. 2, from the sand bank to the marina and fishing harbour.

Am Nachmittag hagelte es dann, gefolgt von Sonne, gefolgt von Regensturzbächen. Den Regen konnten wir nun gut gebrauchen …

… In the afternoon we had hail showers, followed by sunshine, followed by torrential rain, which, actually, we really needed …


Die Bretter auf dem Weg hinunter zum Strand wurden mir beim Aufstieg zum Verhängnis, denn sie waren irgendwie nicht richtig befestigt. Mein Mann ging links, ich rechts, und bei einem Schritt trat er auf ein Brett, das dann auf meiner Seite hochschnellte, so dass ich darüber stolperte. Da ich nun nicht schon wieder auf die Fr… Nase fallen wollte, versuchte ich krampfhaft, mich aufzufangen. Es gelang mir, aber auf Kosten meines grossen Zehs, der zwar nicht gebrochen ist, aber arg mitgenommen und verfärbt. Der hat mein ganzes Gewicht (gar nicht so wenig) aufgefangen. Das heisst also, dass wir die nächsten beiden Wochen keine grösseren Spaziergänge und schon gar keine Wanderungen machen können.

… The boards on the way down to the beach were my undoing on the way up, because they were somehow not properly attached. My husband walked on the left side and I on the right side, and at one instant he stepped on a board which then shot up on my side so that I tripped over it. Since I didn’t want to fall on my kis… nose again, I tried hard to catch myself. I succeeded, but at the expense of my big toe, which is not broken, but badly battered and discoloured. It caught all of my weight (not that little). This means that we will not be able to take any long walks or hikes at all for the next two weeks.

Zum Abschluss gibt es noch zwei kurze Videos, eines mit wunderschönem, sauberen Wasser (nach dem Winter ist es immer besonders klar), und eines mit einem Fischreiher.

… Finally I have two short videos for you, one showing the wonderful, clean water (after winter it always is especially clear), and one with a heron.

Im Sommer ist es dann nicht mehr ganz so klar.
… In summer it is usually not this crystal clear.
So ein Reiher ist schon ein imponierender Vogel. Ein Paar ist hier schon seit Jahren in dem Gebiet zwischen Sandbank und Ufer am Fischen. Abends geben sie ein Schauspiel für die Wohnmobilbewohner.
… A heron is quite an impressive bird. There has been this one pair for years in the area, fishing between the sand bank and the banks. In the evening they give a show for the camper van inhabitants.

Jetzt wünsche ich euch noch einen schönen Wochenanfang.

… And now I wish you all a good start of the week.

Liebe ist die Kraft hinter jedem Daseinszustand … Love is the force behind every level of existence

Mevlana in Konya, Rumi’s Mausoleum
Foto: Pixabay, Halil Ibrahim Zengin

Die Seele wird dem ähneln, was sie beschliesst zu lieben. Daher ist es wichtig, was wir zu lieben wählen: Liebe ist die Kraft hinter jedem Daseinszustand. Jede Anziehungskraft hat etwas Gutes, aber es gibt einen Prozess für die Verfeinerung der Anziehungskraft, für die Wahl dessen, was man liebt, so dass wir durch eine umfassendere, reinere Liebe Kraft bekommen.
– Kabir Edmund Helminski

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Whatever the soul chooses to love, it will resemble. And therefore what we choose to love is important: Love is the force behind every level of existence. There is some good in every attraction, but there is a process of refining attraction, of choosing what to love, so that we are energized by a wider, purer love.
– Kabir Edmund Helminski

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Ich wünsche euch allen einen angenehmen Sonntag!

… I wish you all a pleasant Sunday!

Schottland 1974, Teil 9 … Scotland 1974, Part 9

Die deutsche Version findet ihr HIER zusammen mit Teil 10.

Carbisdale Castle – Kingussie, 86 miles (138 km)

Carbisdale Castle – Inverness – Kingussie

July 22, 1974 (Monday)

The next morning brings us rain for a change and we try hard to hitchhike. We find two French girls from the hostel sitting not far away on a wall, covered by an umbrella. They’d rather wait for hours than walk 5.5 kilometers to the next transport hub. But we prefer that and get off quite well. We make our way with short lifts from village to village to Inverness. One of the drivers is a farmer who proudly tells us that he brought in his hay yesterday, even though it was Sunday and the neighbors are looking at him crookedly because of it. Today everything would have gotten rained on, like everyone else’s.

Nice old city houses at the river Ness, photo: By Northlimitation – Own work, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=6813732

Inverness is teeming with civilization, which confuses us to some extent after a long time in the backwoods. The people we ask for directions are all strangers themselves, which one can hear from the broad Scottish accent, because in Inverness they actually speak good standard English, as we have noticed several times on our trip so far.

Inverness Castle photo: By Northlimitation – Own work, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=6813732

However, we still find the right road (across the central highlands via Aviemore). We have barely placed ouselves, when a car from the AA Service stops (something like the German ADAC) and picks us up. On the way, a couple beckons whose car is parked on the side of the road. Our driver dutifully stops, but comes back quickly. “They just wanted a lift to the next workshop. Their car broke down, but they belong to another road club. „

In Aviemore he drops us off with the advice to inquire about accommodation in the youth hostel. If there aren’t any beds, he’d take us to Kingussie in two hours. There are even two youth hostels in Aviemore, but no vacancies. We don’t like Aviemore anyway. It is a fashionable ski tourist destination and accordingly expensive. So we continue to Kingussie with the AA gentlemen. On the drive I notice that the village shops bear the name ’Mackenzie’. I draw the immensely intelligent conclusion that we are on Mackenzie soil. On the way we consciously try for the first time to be invited to a free overnight stay. We use lamenting remarks about the possibility that there are no more beds in the youth hostel in Kingussie either, and what we should do then. But he doesn’t take the bait.

Aviemore Youth Hostel, photo: booking.com

In Kingussie, our AA man makes inquiries at the youth hostel for us. He is friends with the Warden, whose name is Mackenzie. His name is also Mackenzie, but they are not related to each other. There are still beds available, he announces. He definitely seems happy about it. Maybe he even pleaded with the Warden to take us in, in order to get rid of us. In any case, we thank him profusely and enter the hostel full of expectations. „This hostel is full, we have no vacancies,“ the warden welcomes us. I almost start crying while the Warden can’t check his laughter. My best friend is more sensitive and notices immediately that he is pulling our leg.

Kingussie market place, photo: tripadvisor.co.uk

His wife is a dragon, as we shall soon find out. When my friend wants to play the guitar in the bedroom, she shoots like lightning into the room and says that it can’t be done. When we ask „Why not?“ We get the answer: „It can’t be done, it’s not allowed!“ – We obey, but don’t understand it, because after all we don’t disturb anyone and we don’t smudge or destroy anything with guitar playing. Later a girl tells us that the woman was lurking behind the door to see if my friend would start playing again (refusal to obey  orders complex).

Kingussie youth hostel, photo: danish.hostelworld.com

In the evening we go to a pub again, to the lounge, that is the nicer part for the ladies. There a long, ugly boy approaches us. He is from Glasgow and works at the hotel across the street. He offers us two beds in the servants‘ rooms, because then we could go to the folk festival tomorrow and would not have to be in the youth hostel at 10 p.m. We look at the premises, but they seem just as dubious to us as the whole guy. You can’t lock the door! In addition to all of this, I had noticed that the people in the lounge were all looking at us strangely. He seems to be a young man of ’bad reputation’.
Since we don’t know how to get rid of him right away, we go with him to the pub in his hotel. Against the lounge from before, this is a downright barn, but there is a TV, so it is packed! Our Casanova’s friend sits down next to us, a disgusting lardass. They are both a little drunk and talk a little carelessly. My girlfriend picks up a few things that we are ’unwilling’ or something similar. Finally the two apologize themselves for a moment, probably to coordinate things. I tell my friend about my observations in the lounge, which, together with what she has heard, makes us somewhat alarmed, and we try to inquire with people. „This boy is not good, he is a drunkard,“ my friend says to her neighbour. The good man just says: „Girls, if I were you, I would slap the door!“ – We then do that with unrefined haste and the whole pub starts to roar with laughter.

Kingussie, photo: tripadvisor.co.uk (Kingussie actually is not pronounced „King-gassie“, but „Kin-yussie“ with the „u“ spoken the Geordies‘ way.)

We spend the rest of the evening contemplatively in the common room. We meet some young people from the Flemish part of Belgium who eagerly speak to us in Flemish because for some reason they believe that we are from Belgium too.

(To be continued)

Højstene (Hügelsteine) … Højstene (hill stones)

Bildung muss auch mal sein …

… Educations also has its place …

Rekonstruktionszeichnung von Eric Sosa (Moesgaard Museum) Verschiedene Wikingervereine benutzen diese Stätte für Veranstaltungen.
… Reconstruction drawing by Eric Sosa (Moesgaard Museum). Several viking clubs use the place for their happenings.

Unser Neffe machte uns auf die Højstene aufmerksam, ”genau wie Lindholm Høje [bei Aalborg], nur viel grösser”, so seine Aussage. Wir hatten noch nie von den Hügelsteinen gehört und fanden sehr bald heraus, warum. Man hat erst 2017 angefangen, nach ihnen zu suchen.

… Our nephew made us aware of Højstene, ”just like Lindholm Høje [near Aalborg], only much bigger,” he said. We had never heard of the hillstones and soon found out why. One only started looking for them in 2017.

Ein Archäolog fand Anmerkungen zu diesem Monument in Schriften aus dem  16. und 18. Jahrhundert mit Grössenangaben, aber nur vager Ortsangabe. Daraufhin begab man sich mit einem Metalldetektor auf Entdeckungsreise und fand es tatsächlich.

… An archaeologist found notes on this monument in writings from the 16th and 18th centuries with information on the size, but only vague information on the location. Then they went on an expedition with a metal detector and actually found it.


Der Hügel mit dem grossen Stein war noch als Hügel zu erkennen, der südliche Hügel war vollkommen dem Erdboden gleichgemacht. Die Steine, die einst in Schiffsformation aufgestellt waren, fand man fast alle in der Umgebung wieder, einige wenige sind verschwunden. In der Mitte zwischen den Hügeln fand man 21 Stücke mehr oder weniger geschmolzenes Gold und etwa 50 Stücke Bronze, darunter mehrere Stücke eleganten Schmucks sowie ein Stück Goldblech mit kunstvollen Verzierungen. Diese Fundstücke lassen den Schluss zu, dass das Monument den Rahmen für ein sehr reiches Brandgrab aus der Vorzeit, einer Periode, die spätgermanische Eisenzeit genannt wird (550-750 n. Chr.), gebildet hat.

… The hill with the big stone was still recognizable as a hill, the southern hill was completely razed to the ground. The stones that were once set up in a ship formation were almost all found in the area, a few have disappeared. In the middle between the hills, 21 pieces of more or less molten gold and about 50 pieces of bronze were found, including several pieces of elegant jewelry and a piece of gold sheet with ornate decorations. These findings lead to the conclusion that the monument formed the framework for a very rich cremation grave from prehistoric times, a period called the Late Germanic Iron Age (550-750 AD).

Der Gentleman prüft die Ausrichtung: perfekt Nord-Süd!
The Gentleman is verifying the alignment: perfectly north-south!

Die Funde liegen jetzt im Moesgaard Museum in Højbjerg, etwas südlich von Aarhus. 

… The findings are now in the Moesgaard Museum in Højbjerg, a little south of Aarhus.

“Die Funde datieren die Schiffsformation um das Jahr 600. Zu dieser Zeit entsteht in Skandinavien eine neue starke Elite und königliche Macht mit den großen königlichen Sitzen in Lejre und Uppsala in Schweden sowie in England mit dem reichen königlichen Grab von Sutton Hoo. Die neuen Könige und Adligen scheinen enge Verbindungen über das weite Gebiete hinweg gehabt zu haben. Sie verwendeten die gleichen Symbole und hatten eine fast identische Dekoration ihrer Objekte mit reichhaltiger Tiermotiven. Das Schiff stand im Mittelpunkt ihrer Bestattungen in Form von echten Schiffsgräbern oder Schiffsformationen aus Steinen.
Aufgrund der Einzigartigkeit des Funds soll die Einrichtung geschützt werden, und diese Arbeiten wurden in Zusammenarbeit mit der Schlösser- und Kulturbehörde und dem Grundbesitzer in der Umgebung, Niels Due Jensen von Ormstrup Estate, begonnen.
Langfristig ist geplant, die Einrichtung vor Ort zu visualisieren und zu vermitteln und der Öffentlichkeit die Möglichkeit zu geben, das Gebiet zu besichtigen.”
(Text von der Webseite des Moesgaard Museums.)
Letzteres hat man ja in der Zwischenzeit getan. Demnächst werden wir uns wohl mal Lindholm Høje ansehen.


… “The findings date the ship setting to around the year 600. It is at that time that a new strong elite and royal power emerges in Scandinavia with the large royal seats in Lejre and Uppsala in Sweden and in England with the rich ship’s royal tomb from Sutton Hoo. The new kings and nobles seem to have had close connections across a vast territory. They used the same symbols and had an almost identical decoration of their objects with rich animal ornamentation. Ships were central to their funerals in the form of real ship graves or stone ship settings.
Due to the unique nature of the finding, the facility is to be protected, and that work has been started in collaboration with the Palaces and Culture Agency and the landowner in the area Niels Due Jensen from Ormstrup Estate.
The plan is that in the long term, the facility will be visualized and conveyed on site, and that the public will have the opportunity to see the area.”
(Text from Moesgaard Museum’s website.)
And that is exactly what they have done now. I suppose that we will soon take a look at Lindholm Høje.

In Dänemark gibt es Tausende von kleineren Grabhügeln, von denen man nur die „wichtigsten“ ausgegraben hat, die mit Gold- und Bronzefunden … 😉 . Wenn ihr in Dänemark reist und plötzlich mitten in einem Feld einen unmotivierten Hügel seht, wo der Bauer drumherum wirtschaftet – oft mit Eichen bewachsen – dann sind das Grabhügel. Die sind geschützt, und es sind Inspektoren unterwegs, die nachprüfen, ob die Grabhügel noch intakt sind.

… There are thousands of small grave hills in Denmark, of which only the „most important“ have been opened, those with gold and brass findings … 😉 . When you travel through Denmark and suddenly see an unmotivated hill in the middle of a field, with the farmer working around it – often with oak trees growing on them – then you are looking at a grave hill. They are all protected, and inspectors are traveling around to verify, whether the hills are still intact or not.


Das war ein kleiner Ausflug in Grabologie. Jetzt wünsche ich euch noch ein angenehmes Wochenende.

… That was a short excursion into graveology. And now I wish you all a pleasant weekend.

Lieblingsgericht eines türkischen Kochs … A Turkish chef’s favourite dish

Heute gibt es wieder etwas zu Essen, auch wieder aus der türkischen Küche und bei YouTube gefunden. Es handelt sich um das Lieblingsgericht eines türkischen Kochs, schlicht und einfach und sehr wohlschmeckend. Ich weiss nicht, wie er es nennt, denn die Textstücke, die ich fand und um deren Übersetzung ich Google bat, waren „Willkommen, Freund“, „Meine Küche“ und „Mein Kanal“. Also heisst es jetzt „Lieblingsgericht eines türkischen Kochs“.

… Today you will be fed again, and again from the Turkish kitchen and found on YouTube. It is a Turkish chef’s favourite dish, simple and uncomplicated, and very tasty. I don’t know what he is calling it, as the text pieces that I found and the translations of which I asked Google to do, were „Welcome friend“, „my kitchen“ and „my channel“. So, I herewith name it „A Turkish chef’s favourite dish“. The English version follows after the German in one block.

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Es ist denkbar einfach. Alle Zutaten werden kleingeschnitten und auf ein Backblech gelegt (am besten mit Backpapier auslegen). Doch hier erst einmal die Zutaten:

900 g Kartoffeln
2 rote Paprika
2 Zwiebeln
4 grüne Chilis (die dänischen Untertexte im Video behaupten, dass das Paprika sind, aber schaut euch das Video mal an, das sind doch Chilis oder? Wir haben nur einen genommen … 😉 )
6 Knoblauchzehen
3 Tomaten
300 g Rinderhack (hier habe ich Champignons genommen)


Dann streut/giesst man als Gewürz und Fettsubstanz Folgendes darüber:
2 Esslöffel Tomatenmark
1 Teeglas Olivenöl (kennt ihr diese kleinen türkischen Teegläser? Wieviel mag das sein, 1 dl? Vier Schnappsgläser vielleicht),
je 1 Teelöffel. schwarzer Pfeffer, roter Pfeffer, Thymian und Kreuzkümmel
woraufhin man das Ganze gründlich zusammenmischt.


Dann weicht man ein zweites Backpapier in Wasser ein, drückt es aus und legt es über die gleichmässig verteilten Lebensmittel. Den Ofen hat man in der Zwischenzeit auf 230 Grad vorgeheizt. Die Backzeit beträgt 60 Minuten. Nach 45 Minuten entfernt man das oben liegende Backpapier und streut geriebenen Käse in der persönlich bevorzugten Menge darüber und lässt das Gericht fertig backen.


Einfach so essen ohne was mehr, denn es ist ja alles drin und die Gewürze passen ganz toll zusammen und dazu. Man kann natürlich einen Salat dazu essen, wenn man möchte.


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ENGLISH

It is very easy. All ingredients are cut into small pieces and placed on a baking sheet (ideally lined with baking paper). But here are the ingredients first:
900 g (31.7 oz) potatoes
2 red peppers
2 onions
4 green chillies (the Danish subtitles in the video claim that these are peppers, but have a look at the video, aren’t they chillies? We only took one … 😉 )
6 cloves of garlic
3 tomatoes
300 g (10.6 oz) ground beef (I used mushrooms here)


Then sprinkle / pour the following over it as a spice and fatty substance:
2 tablespoons of tomato paste,
1 tea glass of olive oil (do you know those little Turkish tea glasses? How much can that be, 1 dl? Four shot glasses maybe),
1 teaspoon each: black pepper, red pepper, thyme and cumin, after which you mix everything together thoroughly.


Then you soak a second baking paper in water, squeeze the water out and place it over the evenly distributed food. In the meantime, the oven has been preheated to 230 degrees Celsius (446 Fahrenheit). The baking time is 60 minutes. After 45 minutes, remove the baking paper from the top, sprinkle grated cheese over the food in the amount you prefer, and let the dish finish baking.


Just eat without anything else, because everything is in there and the spices go really well together and with it. You can of course have a salad with it if you want.


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Guten Appetit! … Enjoy!