Today I would like to tell you about an extraordinary Faroese-spa-experience. Nice lighting, pleasant variations of sounds, courteous front office manager. My hands are still soft as a baby’s bottom. This is because I ordered the full-luxury-lanolin-package. You wish to get this treat, too? Become part of a Faroese sheep shearing gang.
At first, you and the other guys run across the mountains, left and right, back and forth, in order to convince the sheep to move into the right direction – which means: all the way down to a corral or a sheep house. Meanwhile you are running, inside your rubber boots you feet get into a critical diagonal-to-the-hillside-position. In case you survive this scavenger hunt, you will be able to appreciate your Faroese-spa-experience directly after.
Sheep shearing is the key. I prefer to hold the huge pair of scissors at the head. This way, it fits well in my hand. Don’t tense the muscles of your fingers too much, or you will feel like having spent a night in a dockland pub doing arm wrestling with a bunch of drunken sailors.
During cutting the sheep’s wool, you will find out about the lanolin. It’s right in front of you, creamy and yellow and, after a while, all over your hands. It probably smells like a hand creme does before the factory workers add the perfume. Awesome: Your lanolin-treatment is completely organic. Thank you, sheep. Also for letting me cut your wool. I know, you didn’t volunteer. But you must admit that you liked my soothing singing and words. See you!