Faroe Islands
On our return ferry trip back from Iceland we stopped off at the Faroe Islands for three days.
Earlier in the year, before I retired, we took a short break to Egypt and did a Nile Cruise. Whilst there, Sue was talking about our first big trip when we retired and mentioned Iceland. I got the wrong end of the stick and was very confused when she started talking about the "Pharaoh" Islands!
Docked at Torshavn and wandered round the new town and Undir Ruggi (the old town).
Earlier in the year, before I retired, we took a short break to Egypt and did a Nile Cruise. Whilst there, Sue was talking about our first big trip when we retired and mentioned Iceland. I got the wrong end of the stick and was very confused when she started talking about the "Pharaoh" Islands!
Docked at Torshavn and wandered round the new town and Undir Ruggi (the old town).
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Kirkjubøur is the southernmost village on Streymoy and the country's most important historical site with the ruins of the Magnus Cathedral from around 1300, the 12th century Saint Olav's Church and the old farmhouse Kirkjubøargarður from 11th century.
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Visited Eiði, with its incredible coastal scenery and impressive stacks, the village of Gjógv and Mt. Funningur, meaning "flat summit".
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The tiny village of Elduvík, which has a population of 23, is located in the Funningsfjørður. In the remote village of Saksun along the eastern edge of the Dalsá River is the village church and ancient farm of Dúvugarðar.
Now a national heritage museum, the farm buildings provide a realistic portrait of what life was like for Faroese farmers from the Middle Ages to the early 20th century. Parts of the stone farmhouse are 300 years old and are still used by working farmers.
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Our last night on the Faroe Islands. It was extremely windy and getting worse. The campsite manager had been going round earlier, putting in extra tent pegs and checking all was secure. He warned us that we might be blown over!
In 1956, on a family holiday in Ireland, we were staying in a caravan when, one night, several caravans blew over. This time we were all safe.
Next morning, on the ferry, we were having breakfast, when the captain announced there was a pod of whales off the starboard bow. We rushed to see them, only to suffer the unpleasant experience of watching the local fisherman drive them into shallow water and then slaughter them.
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