The loneliness of the ocean, the silence everywhere, interrupted only by the voices of birds in motion, weaving changing patterns that recreate the forms of the landscape  its heights, its depths. The sound of water running over rocks, and the distant murmur of the sea deep down at the foot of the cliffs. All those millions of tons of  water of an ocean which now lazily and comfortably rubs against these rocks in the middle of nowhere as if it wanted to scratch its back or shoulders after the long journey between the poles of the globe. Peaceful and pleasant on a good summer´s day, but you know that the ocean has an unpredictable power and that it may at any moment change its mind and rise in a frantic rage. What are these rocks anyway? Aren´t they just a speck of dust in its eye which ought not to be there at all?

Sooner or later the ocean may well have its way and wash it all away. But till then the Faroe Islands will definitely be here and be a unique reality in this world, whether you experience them by boat along the coasts, one moment blinded by the reflections of the sun in the water and the next moment surrounded by the deep darkness of the sea caves. Or on foot in the mountains with the drifting shadows that leap into the fertile valleys and climb the green slopes, and with the light that can hardly move from one mountain top to the next without trying out a new variation and a quite different mood.

Just as the atmosphere changes from one village to the next and from one house to the next. A whole society with its own history, its own language and its own culture. Far away from the wide world, yet at the centre of a world where even the smallest things may seem very big because they contain genuine feelings, genuine curiosity and genuine friendliness.Take a deep breath! Open up your senses and fill your mind! You will be surprised that such a place still exists. Of reasonable size and proportions, easy to explore and get to know, and yet so infinitely varied and changing.