Gambolling on Maybe: Hiking In The Faroe Islands

Flying north from Edinburgh, I was dazzled by cobalt sky and spangled Atlantic. Suddenly, our plane was swallowed by a black cloud, rain lashed the portholes, and we hit the ground hard. I thought we’d crashed, but apparently this was a standard landing at Sørvágur Airport.

My wife Fiona and I had come to the Land of Maybe, aka the Faroes, an archipelago of 18 isles midway between Scotland and Iceland, best known for its appearances on the BBC’s 'Shipping Forecast' when it's synonymous with gales. Though officially Danish, the islanders have their own language (descended from Old Norse) and currency (worthless elsewhere).