I’m ready for my final hike in the Faroe Islands. The land is covered in a cloudy fog, with occasional light rain sprinkling. I get going, with no one else around me.
I take in the landscape, this place that I have fallen deeply in love with, with each slow step along the trail. The fog has a quiet, moody presence. The occasional sheep acknowledges me as I pass….
The closer I get to the water, the more I notice large flocks of birds overhead. They are chirping rather loudly, but I don’t pay them much notice. But they are getting closer and closer to me, and then the birds start diving bombing from the sky, seemingly trying to attack me. I realize that I’m trekking over the birds breeding ground, and they are doing their best to get me to leave the grounds where their nests and younglings are.
It’s another lesson learned from Nature. I quickly move out of the Common Swift’s breeding area, which is timed out perfectly since the rain starts to fall a bit harder. It was the perfect ending to my time hiking as exploring the Faroe Islands.
I decide to spend the rest of the afternoon in the capital, Tórshavn.
