Day 6 of my journey around The Faroe Islands with The Clipperton Project.
Yesterday we walked out along the coast to the puffin colonies in the glorious sunshine, and today we walked up a marshy hill in the drizzingly rain. It was still beautiful… just a different kind of beautiful!
A small group of us decided to explore the other side of the small island, and we wrapped ourselves in waterproofs to tackle the wet weather on our walk up the boggy hills on the other side of the small town.
That green ridge was where we walked along the previous day to see the puffins. It looks like a long way from here!! You can just see the lighthouse poking out from the top.
I’m actually wearing a pink waterproof jacket… it was that cold!!! Yes, mum, thanks for the jacket, I do appreciate it :P
A place that is so natural is still shaped by human hands. This, in a very beautiful way, but even here we are leaving our mark.
After this cold, windy, wet walk we popped into the little cafe opposite the yellow house for a hot chocolate! and I doodled in my journal for a bit.
Just before heading back to the ferry, I went for one last wander…
I include this dead bird picture, because I found it interesting. This is the third dead bird i came across like this. All that remains are the wings, and a little connection of bone in he middle. It suggests to me that the middle of the bird is the only edible part, or the part that is easily accessed by scavenging animals. However, to me, the interesting part is that I can see where fallen fairy or fallen angel stories could arise from, if all that is left of them are dead wings, lying abandoned and broken on the ground without their body counterparts.
The ferry back was cold and windy!!!
A small group of us broke off from the main, to head back to Tòrshavn for an open mic night, featuring Josè ( a member of our merry crew!) who was invited to play by the organiser.
José is a fantastic musician, and if you follow this link, you can nosey at his beautiful work.
After the bars closed we headed over to the stone steps were a small group of people were hanging out playing guitar, and we talked and enjoyed the music they were playing until the almost dark hours of the morning. It was a wonderful night, full of great music and lots of fun :)
Stay tuned for more…