The moment we broke below the thick cloud and the first glimpse of the Faroe Islands rugged coastline came into sight, I knew this would be a trip like no other.
Steep, black rocky cliffs topped with the burnt orange grass of late-spring, streaks of white snow decorate the sloping hills, a waterfall drops over the side of those cliffs, straight down into the raging ocean below, while fulmars with their fixed winged flight, dance all around, pale grey flashes against the dark grey/black, this is the Faroe Islands!
I’d met my travel companion, Joel Alston, for the very first time only hours before, in Edinburgh airport, him travelling all the way from Australia and me from England, this was our first adventure together - 12 days staying in a grass-roofed cottage on this archipelago of 18 islands in the middle of the Atlantic ocean, between Iceland and Norway. We both share a love for the colder climates and wild landscapes of these northern countries.
We located our hire car in the airport carpark (without meeting anyone from the company, the car was left unlocked, keys in the glove box) and set off to explore. Within 10 minutes of leaving the airport we were already pulling over, unable to resist the draw of the landscape around us. We pulled our warm clothes from our suitcases and changed by the side of the road before grabbing our cameras and setting off along the edge of Sørvágsvatn lake, stopping to take photos of the old fishing huts along the way. Within an hour we were stood on the edge of the huge cliffs looking back at the lake seemingly floating high above the ocean.
We were speechless.
Liam Rimmington is an incredibly creative photographer. Visit him on INSTAGRAM or visit his site here.
