Through the tunnel, down the road, in Viðareiði, surrounded by mountains and the sea, in this particular case, there’s water from two sides, one of them decorated with the rural church, it’s usually staged from a different angle of vision, but I decided to go for this setting. Viðareiði is one of the two villages on Viðoy in the North of the Faroes, and the gateway to Cape Enniberg, a 700-something meter vertical sea cliff, the northernmost point on the islands, I have not climbed up to the top, too high and too „vertigo-ish“ as for my part.
The little harbor of Viðareiði is a perfect location to watch the game of waves, don’t get too close to them, you might not be ready for the big ones, they show up out of the blue, and the North Atlantic is cold and hungry all the time, something you should keep in mind on this windswept archipelago. 1847, the journey of the British „Marwood“ ended in the bay east of Viðareiði, the Royal Navy donated the church silver afterwards, because the villagers had instantly come forward to help the crew of the shipwrecked brig, in terms of rescue and caring.
