>you will never step from your boat during a heavy rainstorm and walk along the dock and then up the narrow road towards your small cottage a little way up the mountain where your qt Faroese gf is wearing a white woolen jumper with a necklace over it and has lit a lamp in the small window and feel the wind pushing you from side to side and the water whipping against your cheeks and finally reach the door and use the knocker to announce your arrival and have your qt gf open it a little and smile with rosy cheeks as you step inside and stamp your boots and have her help you peel the wet clothes sticking to your body before taking a warm bath inside a tin bath close to the log fire while you talk about what kind of day each of you have had and she stands in the kitchen stirring the thick soup which you will both eat along with some fresh bread on the small table by the window which overlooks the dock and the sea and the misty archipelagos outlined in the growing darkness