There is a myth which tells how the beautiful Naestved landscape came into being:
once upon the time there lived in Fladsa a Troll who could not stand the noise of the church bells in Naestved...
So he filled a sack with sand and set out for the town in order to bury the churches. Luckily,there was a hole in the sack., so the sand tricklet out, forming the Fladsa hills and the long ridge of Mogenstrup.
Today there is a hudge statue of the Troll in front of the Mukebakken hill made from the last sand, which out of spite, the Troll hurled at the town of Naestved.
From the lookout tower You can get a glimpse of practically all of the magnificent coutryside of South Zeeland.
Fondest memory: I live in Hungary,Budapest...
God Bless Hungarian
Isten alld meg a magyart...
"Ameddig elunk, magyar-ajku nepek,
Megtorni lelkunk nem lehet soha! -
Szulessunk barhol,foldunk barmely pontjan,
Legyen sorsunk jo, vagy mostoha!