Our fjord Funningsfjørður on a brown and petrol blue day. The scenery on the other side being in the limelight, light that obviously has been dimmed down; the road not more than a curved line just above the windswept surface of the water. The next village, tucked away behind rocks, is Funningur. A picture I took on my way to the supermarket that very day. A drive of 24 minutes, and back again afterwards, passing this fjord. Going shopping, the My Faroe Islands way.