The mood was high and much chatter filled the cool night air, an unusual social occasion but one that I’m told felt good, everyone was in high spirits considering the telling of the clocks hands.
Back on the island of Vágar, there was somewhere I had to go, out before sunrise to a crisp 5 degrees, and the natural world around me, it felt, awakening, just for me. Up here alone, where the floating lake meets the great northern Atlantic, where sheer cliffs drop into the ocean below, as the sun rises from the sea.
In the spirit of Christmas, we’re looking forward to stopping off to spread festive cheer (& beg hot showers) with… t.co/19nOo0BsYG
Monday, 17 December 2018 11:57
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During my Faroe Islands trip, my Bear Bones Bikepacking sticker was ever in my eye-line, reminding me dig deep when… t.co/CnImJuSu4R
Sunday, 16 December 2018 14:16