In our village, close to the old school (1887-inscription, waterside, its green corrugated iron roof being visible in the picture’s right upper corner), after I stopped following the muddy, rambling footpath and came to climb downwards that day, weathered rocks beneath my hands, boots and feet. You’ll know it when it happens. Morning’s at eight. You, throwing back the covers, safe in the knowledge that there is something in the wind. Even before you cast up your eyes you’re hearing that thunder in the air. The call of the waves. Our tiny little village Elduvík is a heavy sea surf spot on the island Eysturoy. As to me, the wave-enthusiast, equipped with my camera: no more than pure heaven.
Footnote: When it comes to visitors, it is most advisable to keep one’s distance. You’re blessed with a day of waves and surf, but you’re not familiar with the place at the same moment? Stay on the footpath. Don’t try to climb down. Beware of big and powerful waves crashing against the rough and slippery shoreline at any time.