Europe’s highest sea cliff – or how I sauntered up Cape Enniberg

They like their vertical cliffs in the Faroes. In fact, I understand they once had a bit of flat land, but decided to take it off to a museum for safe keeping. So one thing I wanted to see in the Faroes was Cape Enniberg. It’s Europe’s highest sea cliff. How to put this in perspective? You know the high mountain above Mojácar? It’s that high, only vertical down to sea level. It’s 754 metres, Continue reading Europe’s highest sea cliff – or how I sauntered up Cape Enniberg

Tórshavn

It’s pronounced /ˈtʰɔu̯ʂhau̯n/. We landed at Vagur airport ahead of schedule and were quickly dropped off at the airport carpark. I picked up the excellent car provided by Unicar.fo and set off. Now, old hand that I am, I had done my homework about the car hire. The big companies had proven to be more expensive than unicar.fo, and so I settled for the local company. They obliging sent me a list of the cars Continue reading Tórshavn

Mykines

Eating a rather superb breakfast at the hotel early the next morning, I suddenly realised that I could see my destination for that day: the isle of Mykines. Under low grey skies and an ominous sea. It’s a sliver of bright green grass that juts out of the wild sea, the westernmost island and the home to hundreds of thousands of seabirds. Just a handful of people live here, in grass roof homes. The BBC Continue reading Mykines

How to get to the Faroe Islands

To get from Almería to the Faroe Islands is a relatively simple affair. You catch an elderly and slightly decrepit plane run by Primera air, and sit on the tarmac for half an hour waiting for a French Air controller to get off his fat arse, all the time studying your neighbouring depressed Danish fellow passengers. When you eventually get to BLL, an airport somewhere in Denmark whose name I never did learn, you spend Continue reading How to get to the Faroe Islands

Geology comes wild

What to do on a calm weekend? Over breakfast, as I fruitlessly delved into the fridge for something to eat as the missus cooked up her carnivorous desayuno, I popped this question. (No, not that question. Dirty boy). To my surprise, I was met with a firm decision to visit the basalticas of Cabo de Gata. Now, I was convinced that you could only see them underwater. But after a check with geologist-supreme David Monge, I was Continue reading Geology comes wild

An afternoon with the baby

The Dyson was blocked. Seemed simple enough to fix. Was it? The wife had to work that afternoon. So I had to look after a hyperactive three-year-old and a kitten. Seemed simple enough. I thought I’d clean the house while I was at. The place was a tip. As Baby settled down to watch his TV, hugging the kitten, I glanced at the clock. It was only 5 pm, but it had been a long Continue reading An afternoon with the baby

Invasion of the chameleon

There’s a little reptile that competes with the tortoise in our affections, but unlike its shelled cousin it is quietly conquering the province – the common chameleon. It’s not an animal that leaps to mind when you think of Almería, but Chamaeleo chamaeleon is breeding like crazy and is being found in places where it has never been found before. And with the chameleon breeding season upon us, if there are any nearby you’re bound Continue reading Invasion of the chameleon

A new friend….

Whilst pottering about in the high mountains this week, I stumbled across this little fellow. ABout 12-15 cm long. I’ve never seen such a big one this side of the mountains before. Most of the big ones are over in the Cabo de Gata. I took a video of him – he was eating ants. Whilst recording, he refused to move or eat an ant. As soon as I put the camera down, he relaxed Continue reading A new friend….