Time off, taking a ride, around the block, which, considering the local conditions, means: no block, but driving from our place along the waters called Funningsfjørður, going past the village Funningur and taking the old mountain road to Gjógv (two pictures below, gorge, ocean view) and Eiði, and then back to our place again. Kind of one big loop, the road resembling a giant gift ribbon that has been dropped by someone, and now the ribbon is lying around, unwound, neglected and twisted. At least, that’s what the route I’m talking about looked like two days ago. Beautiful winter colors I saw, petrol blue water, milklike dense fog and velvet brown mountains. Observing, driving, strolling and a confession: Gjógv at this time of the year, being all alone while watching the ocean and the waves, the sound of my rubber rain boots in puddles, that’s what I like best. On my way back, I spent time looking at the famous sea stacks Risin og Kellingin and came across some sheep a little later (scenery also captured below). Tried to have a cultivated conversation, but they stayed tight-lipped. Might as well. Guess sheep need to take time off, too. Have a nice weekend!