It’s a rare phenomenon. But it does happen, even in the month of August. Beautiful Northern Lights, dancing across Faroese skies, right on our doorstep, in our bay. I have always been fond of the Northern Lights, way before I actually saw them for the very first time – in full strength, way up north in Norway, standing on deck of the vessel MS Richard With, at 20 degrees below zero, barefoot, wearing hotel slippers, pajamas and an impressive down jacket.
Ever since then, I frequently check Aurora forecasts, even in the off-peak season. Not a chance, not the Faroe Islands, not at this time of the year – so much for the forecast. Still, my intuition told me something else entirely. At about midnight, I stepped outside. Once my eyes had adjusted to the dark, that’s what I saw: Shimmering moonlight. Twinkling stars. And this strange flicker at a distance, hidden behind some kind of veil, before, all of a sudden, set free.
Camera, spare batteries, flashlight, car keys: You have no idea how fast I can grab at things. Once again, fortune smiled at me. For about an hour, I watched the Northern Lights dancing across a divine bluish and reddish night sky. The pictures, I took on Wednesday, properly dressed, close to the road that leads to Funningsfjørður and Elduvík. What a fantastic kick-off. Soon, I’ll be hunting the Northern Lights on Iceland. Keep your fingers crossed for me.
