Eighteen islands of green cliffs, waterfalls that fall straight into the sea, and turf-roofed villages at the end of the road — the wild, wind-scoured heart of the North Atlantic.








Halfway between Iceland and Norway, the Faroe Islands rise out of the Atlantic as a wall of sheer basalt cliffs, hanging valleys and grass roofs. There are almost no trees and twice as much weather as anywhere else — clouds pour over the ridgelines, waterfalls blow back up into the sky, and villages of a few dozen souls sit beneath cliffs a thousand feet high. This is a map of its most jaw-dropping corners: a lake that hangs above the ocean, sea stacks like cathedral spires, and Europe's highest sheer sea cliffs.