Wonder forest in Borgholm

Our visit to Borgholm was not that long we expected; once the keel starts touching the ground in a marina it is time for deeper waters. However there was excitement in the air in the morning - the crew's morning jogging entered the trails to the Borgholm castle and to the king's summer residence - and oh that amount of ah and oh, the childhood's story book forests were suddenly totally here, true and touchable. I expect the first mate will come up with some poetic posts about the dog roses large like trees, the rays of the sun piercing the green of the noble trees, the birds of various kinds singing and chanting the way of the wanderer...