When the old meets infinity with a splash of romance, the magic happens.
Sometimes it’s enough to sit in front of the endless horizon and enjoy what’s on view. The landscape is the painting and the experience is a boon.
It is also easy to find the infinity in old turf huts that once stored the vital lives and work of fishermen who had to risk their lives and limbs every day fishing in open rowing boats on cold, windy winters facing the harsh North Atlantic Ocean. Once at shore the rowing boat had to be dragged by hand over the rocky terrain to safety.