Faroese sheep are - different. In any case, not like other sheep. They do not live in large herds, but in smaller groups. They are intrepid climbers, free from giddiness, grazing in the craziest places. And some of them are just crazy about seaweed. Like these specimen here …
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Bright Summer Days And Summer Nights
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. Picture, beach, fishing, working on my fish filleting skills …
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Thrill of Chill: The Mountain Bathtub Hideaway
A beautiful piece of private land up in the mountains, owned by a dear friend. My all-time favorite lake, bathtub hideaway and cold water retreat. That day: Wind tickling brown grassland while simultaneously drawing soft ripples on the surface of the water. Twittering birds every now and then. For the rest: absolute silence. Not a soul around …
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2017 on the horizon: Gott nýggjár and Happy New Year!
My Faroe Islands wishes you and your families a great New Year’s Eve and Happy New Year. Gott nýggjár, to readers from around the world. 2017 on the horizon: See you around! On Facebook, on the net and on the Faroe Islands. Don't forget to bring binoculars. Picture taken at the beach of Tjørnuvík. Beautiful spot and one of my favorite places …
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The Magnificent Nine: Swimming, from one island to another
Let’s redefine swimming. The Magnificent Nine. Nine men, nine swimmers in triathlon suits. Nine Faroese on their way from Streymoy to Eysturoy. Means of transportation: physical strength. Only stopover: Flesjarnar, a group of skerries located between Hvítanes and Toftir. Distance: approximately 4,5 kilometers. Come along …
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A Bath In The North Atlantic (Brrr!) And Unexpected Company
Summer, sunshine and a sandy beach. I head for a deck chair under palm trees, order a fruit cocktail, throw my arms up in the air and hop joyfully into the water. Pardon me. I’m all mixed up. Must be a consequence of the adrenalin rush. Let’s start again from scratch: A day in November at Tjørnuvík beach. My brain starts to talk comic-tongue. Splash. Ahh! Brrr …
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