Nope, not the enchanted forest. The cursed forest.
Røsnæs Fyr (lighthouse) was built between 1844-46 and is visited by thousands of people every year. There are marked trails of various lengths through the forests and along the beach. After a lil walk you might want to sit down and have a coffee and a cookie at the café.
The forests at Røsnæs are new – a hundred years old at max. Most likely has heavy forestry and grazing of cattle and sheep kept the peninsula free from trees. If you think this theory is kind of boring, then I have good news for you:
Valdemar II was King of Denmark from 1202 until his death in 1241. He got a nickname Sejr, which means “victory”. This name is a later invention and was not used during the King’s own lifetime. This is also a King that stirred up a lot of trouble both before he was made King when his older brother, King Canute IV, died with no heirs, and after he was made King. Anyways, as fascinating that is, that’s not the story that I wanted to tell you today.
King Valdemar II the Victorious had a son, Valdemar the Young, whom he elevated as co-king in 1218. In November 1231, father and son went hunting at Røsnæs. By accident, the 23 year old Valdemar the Young was killed not far from the beach.
King Valdemar II then cast a curse over Røsnæs; no tree would no longer cast a shadow on the grounds where his son had been killed. He had the forest burned down, and because of the curse it did not grow back.
I guess his curse has been lifted – as there are now several forests at Røsnæs.
Being in the story telling mood here: The nearby town of Kalundborg is inhabited by “Kalundborg-Jutlanders”. This is because around 1860 some Jutlanders (Molboer to be precise, there are many stories about the stupidity of these people. For instance the Molbo who wanted to mark a great fishing spot at sea, so he carved an X in the railing of his boat) decided to go on a Pilgrimage. They got hold of a ship and off they went on their journey to the Holy Land. After a while they spot three crosses in the horizon, and they believe they have found the Holy Land. They go ashore and discover that the three crosses in fact are the three Windmills in Kalundborg. They are so embarrassed at this mistake that they dare not return to Jutland, and instead settle in Kalundborg. And that is how the inhabitants of Kalundborg has gone and got themselves a nickname.