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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Winter is on its way
A sheer veil made of snowflakes covering the top of the mountains in the course of this week, before it started raining again: Winter is heading for the Faroe Islands, with rapid strides. A time of year I have a thing for, maybe because I’m a child of the winter. It is incontestable that those months can be harsh on the islands …
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The imaginative universe of Rakel Helmsdal
A fake feathered parrot. Little bells, strung on a braided cord. Cut out paper figures. Artificial sunflowers. Nail polish, transparent. Shelves full of clothes. Document files. Swarming butterflies, in the shape of stickers. A double meter stick. Piles of books. Pictures and a postcard-mobile. At the heart: Rakel Helmsdal’s study. Rakel, writer, puppeteer, artist …
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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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