Landing at Trøllanes is only possible in fairly calm weather. The landing place is completely exposed to the North Atlantic, with no shelter at all, and it’s just a place where deep water comes right up to the foot of the cliff below the village. Barsskor – the boat that does (or did) the regular run – doesn’t come right up close, you have to transfer into a dinghy.
The locals just jump out of the dinghy onto the cliff and swarm up it. Strangers get roped up. It’s quite a place to come ashore.
In 1983, the only other way in and out of Trøllanes (short of hiring a helicopter) was along a rather hair-raising path (see pictures) across cliff faces to the next village, Mikladalur, where the landing place is much better. There’s a road tunnel now.
Faroes, 1983
©Clive K Semmens 1983