The Faroe Islanders’ winter tradition of throwing their doors open to neighbours has inspired a new music festival, with village homes for stages. James Stewart checks it out, and the wild landscape beyond
It’s 4pm, shortly before dusk. Cupped in mountains, Sydrugöta is a cat’s cradle of streetlights beside a fjord turned to pewter in the fading light. Two teenagers lark in an outdoor hot tub, despite the November chill. Otherwise, the village is silent. You’d never guess it was about to host the first Hoyma music festival.
I’m trying to find Jón Tyril, the thirtysomething organiser who is also behind the larger, summer G! Festival. Look in the white house by the beach, they said. But there are five.
