A small church by majestic waters, a fjord called Kalsoyarfjørður. There I stood on Kunoy, close to the village also called Kunoy, and let my gaze wander, on a clear day in October. The island on the other side is Kalsoy. Both islands are basically huge mountain ridges, when it comes to geography, spread out between north and south, to put it simply. Folded up rocks, curved, tilted; the home of giants, massive, apparently untouchable - and yet ever-changing. You just never know when. On the island of Mykines, a major landslide took place a few days ago. The news headline: “Rocks have fallen onto a puffin nesting site and the new hiking path is also affected”. The forces of nature gnaw at the archipelago. Waves erode rocks, storms saw off jags. A constant transformation, until the end of time.
Mykines landslide: in the Faroese news