Sitting at my desk, looking out of the window, at the stream that has its source in the mountains and runs through the valley and our village. At present, it’s bursting its banks and floods meadows, while strong winds are building up, the next storm ahead, according to wind apps and weather forecasts. As I walked through the village shortly before, because I needed to go and get some fresh air, I met some sheep. I guess that’s it for today. The quiet before the next storm. The truth about Faroese weather. Not always. But many times, during the winter months.
