Dinner at around midnight, friends coming over, the time of day doesn’t matter, there is light, anyway. Midsummer ahead of us, as I look out of the window late in the evening, I spot a hare next to our house. Slowly, I try to grab my camera, the hare stays, but in a position of attention. Next day, I spot the hare again, I guess the long-eared animal has moved in with the other animals that live in and around the hill next to our home, some of them being tiny little mosquitoes, the hare can stay, the naggers should move to another place immediately, they might as well leave the islands until doomsday.
I for one drive to the beach of Tjørnuvík, in order to watch the sea and the waves, I also take pictures of stranded algae and feathers, a sunshiny task. Together with a friend, we go fishing several times, one fish is really big, we cannot get it up, in the end, the fish rips the fishing line into pieces, still, we get enough, mostly cod, and share the catch with more friends and village guests. Late at night, I work on my fish filleting skills, there is some room for improvement, I have to admit, especially, when everyone is eager for food, and I didn’t bring my own filleting knife (that is a sharp knife). What a fine excuse. The seabirds don’t have a standing order for filet. They take whatever they can get.
