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.
After the passengers have transferred, Barsskor comes closer in – while the dinghy is allowed to drift, as you can see just to the left of the top of the mast, to be picked up later – and a couple of ropes are rigged up to pull other stuff ashore (or aboard).
Faroes, 1983
©Clive K Semmens 1983