Drizzle and white fog outside. One just has to start each day with weather because this sets the tone for the whole day.
Today as well as tomorrow it is predicted to be wet but I’d like to go to Kunoy some time. It is right next door. The forecast pictures show one drop under the cloud less for today than tomorrow so I go to check how wet will I get.
There are two villages on Kunoy island, Kunoy and Haraldssund. Actually there’s Skarð too but no-one lives there. Even no road goes there. No risk that back and forth driving cars would spoil the abandoned village atmosphere. On Kunoy there are also six mountains above 800 meters. This is a lot here.
I start with Kunoy village, there is a forest. Actually a park and parks are everywhere here called Viðarlundin. Above the village grows a group of ash, birch and fir and some unique-looking trees. Planted in 1914. The initial drizzle has turned into decent rain and tree branches don’t hold water. In the middle of the park in a giant rock known as Eggin where tourists are supposed to climb. Even a blue rope has been installed behind the rock for the purpose. Now it is better to shelter under the edge of the rock and take pictures from this relatively dry place. A path over wet pasture above the village takes me back to the village center. Rubber boots are the most reasonable footwear here and these I have always had in my car, just in case. Luckily I took the car with me.
Back through the tunnel, I park the car in Haraldssund. In the beginning of each village is a small parking lot with a map with short history of the place and paths where the locals accept tourists loitering about. Makes sense. It is not easy to deposit the car in these narrow and oblique conditions and I would not like to trample in places where I’m not preferably seen.
In Haraldssund it is possible to go on a path above the village that goes from one end of the village to the other. Many waterfalls gush down from the fog on the mountain, one more beautiful than the other. Ground is nicely folded, geese live between the folds. The gate in front of the path to Skarð is tied with a cord. It is not clear if this has been done to keep tourists off the path or just for fun. Since rain gets stronger I will not stay to ponder about the cord problem but leave Skarð for another time. It is about time to go eat soup and read a book. I found Jonathan Wylie’s „The Faroe Islands. Interpretations of History“.