Fasten your seat belt, hold on tight and join me in traveling through time. Whoosh! Bang! And touchdown, some 55 million years ago. Europe and Greenland have started to separate, exposing just what will become the Northeast Atlantic Ocean. Simultaneously, a vast number of violent volcanic eruptions take place. Lava flows, volcanic ash rains down. A huge plateau arises, layer by layer, made of grayish-black basalt and red brown tuff.
Another leap in time. Now, the glaciers of the ice period take over and restructure the plateau. These new rulers do not only give birth to an archipelago with steep mountains and majestic fjords. The glaciers also sculpt vertiginous cliffs, deep valleys and bizarrely shaped sea stacks.
You can say that again: Being surrounded by this archaic landscape sometimes gives me odd ideas. Suddenly, I picture turning into a tiny little mouse, flying through ancient universes on a fig leaf, landing right in the middle of one of those elusive Faroese sceneries. Or else, I think about the age of the Vikings. I imagine their ships come up on the horizon. Shortly after, I witness a gang of warriors set foot on land. I don’t move. I just stand there and watch. The clan chief, grim face, scary battle axe, walks right through me. Blessedly, he can’t see me. He is trapped in another time.