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Mykines is the most western of the Faroe Islands, and it is only accessible in good weather. The town of Mykines is near the western end of the island, and the boat dock is in a small gorge between two cliffs, down a steep hill from the town. The rest of the island is surrounded by cliffs.
We had planned to fly to Mykines on the helicopter from the airport, but they changed the schedule without telling us. We were able to get a place on the small ferry, which was quite packed.
My children hiked out to the western end of the island, but that would have been too difficult for me, so they went without me. I did hike out there one time several years ago, and once was enough. I did only the first part of the hike to the ridge. First you climb up a steep sloping field to the ridge of the cliffs, walk along the ridge for some distance, then go down the face of the cliff on steep, slippery, muddy stone steps, and back around the cliff to the grassy slopes. These slopes are quite steep, and they are covered with long, wet grass, and full of holes in the ground where the puffins like to make their nests. Usually, you can only see these holes after you slip into them. Near the bottom of the slopes, the trail leads to a bridge across a deep gorge that separates the headlands from the rest of the island. Mid-July is still the height of the bird nesting season, and this part of the island has prime nesting ground for puffins.
We spent one night on Mykines in a bed and breakfast, which also had a restaurant serving dinner. Our rooms were up a steep ladder in the loft. The second day we walked some more around the island in the morning, and in the afternoon, when it was raining, we played card games in the restaurant of the bed and breakfast. The ferry ride back to Vágar in the late afternoon was very wet and crowded, but at least my car was waiting for us at the other end.
The Dragin is an old fishing boat that has been refurbished as a pleasure boat. One evening we sailed from Klaksvík north between the islands of Kalsoy and Kunoy to the northern end of the two islands. Maria and Lýlli had their children and grandchildren visiting, and they came with us along with Heðin. I also brought my children, who are visiting me from California in the USA.
The weather was very pleasant and the sea wasn’t too rough, and most of us had a pleasant trip. The towns on these islands sure seem isolated and hard to get to. The cliffs on the northern ends of the islands are filled with nesting birds, and the sound of the chirping birds is rather deafening.
My children are visiting me in Fuglafjørður from California for ten days. We took an evening walk along the edge of the bay near my house.
With so many cameras around, there is always a chance to take a picture of someone taking a picture of someone else taking a picture.
July is the month for shearing sheep in the Faroe Islands. Saturday morning the men went up in the mountains and brought the sheep down to the sheep fold just above the town. In the afternoon I went up the hill to watch the sheep shearing with my children, Jonathan, Natasha, and her husband John, who are visiting me from California. There were about 130 sheep from this section of the mountain that were brought down for shearing, owned by about twenty or thirty families. It was such a beautiful, sunny day that we actually got sunburned.
My children arrived last night from California for a ten day stay in the Faroe Islands. They flew nonstop from San Francisco to Iceland, then waited in Iceland for seven hours for the 75 minute flight to the Faroe Islands, arriving here at midnight. They didn’t see much of the scenery on the way to my home, since it was during the one hour of darkness, but I suspect their eyes were closed part of the time, anyway. I must say it is nice to be surrounded by people who speak the same language I do, but I guess my peace and quiet is over for a while.
I sometimes think that I must soon run out of pictures to take, but there is always something that catches my attention.
The same scenery is in constant change. The seasons change, and the hillsides are so green and the plant life is thriving in the long day-light hours, watered nearly every day by passing clouds and fog. With the long days, I can take pictures nearly any time of the day or night, and the same scene looks different (to me, anyway) in different lighting.
Then there are the inexplicable doings of nature. Usually, I see birds from my window diving for fish in the bay or sitting on the rocks, but sometimes for some unknown reason they all decided to swim today, first to the north, and then back south.
Driving along my street, I could see a huge flock of seagulls ahead of me, and I was curious to know what they were doing. There was a trailer filled with fish parked beside the road, and the gulls were enjoying a feast of fresh fish. I sort of wonder why someone parked an open trailer full of fish by the roadside.
In the Faroe Islands, where it is often very cloudy, you often see a small break in the clouds that creates a spotlight of sunshine. They have a single word to describe this, glotti. So I have a picture of a glotti on Blábjørg.
Summer seems to be the time for doing home repairs. In Fuglafjørður, I think most people do the work themselves, recruiting family and friends to help. I have seen a lot of paint buckets and a lot of scaffolding around the town.
On a recent drive to Tórshavn, I took a few photographs.
The Faroe Islands must have a very large budget for maintaining roads. You don’t go very far without seeing someone working on the roads. I always smile when I see the signs for the rest stops, with a picture of a pine tree and a picnic table. There are no pine trees, and the tables and benches are made from stone.
Waterfalls are everywhere, and they never seem to run dry. This says something about the amount of rainfall here. This time of year, the hillsides are turning very green, and there are many fields and hillsides covered with yellow flowers.
Every summer during the first week of July, Fuglafjørður celebrates the Warm Springs Festival (Varmakelda). The weekend includes lots of music, dancing, soccer, concerts, art shows, cotton candy, popcorn, and carnival rides for the kids.
This year, it rained and rained all day on Saturday, which certainly dampened everyone’s spirits. On Sunday, the weather was lovely (by Faroese standards), and Fuglafjørður was a very busy place. Here are just a few pictures to give you an idea of the festival.
I am always fascinated by the differences in children’s clothing here in the Faroes from what we normally see in California. Here are some pictures of children’s colorful stockings.