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Kunoy © Cormac Mac Mahon
Nestled in a lush bowl on the western banks of Kunoy sits the tranquil village of the same name. The pretty tangle of tiny streets, whitewashed cottages and coloured roofs that spill toward the water’s edge is an essential stop in the Faroe’s northern isles. Across the bay, the furrows and folds of Kalsoy rear up from the ocean, chiselled and dusted in snow or vivid greens.
From the vibrant red church taking pride of place in the centre of town to the lush countryside that sprawls toward the mountains, Kunoy is a place best enjoyed on foot.
Kunoy © Cormac Mac Mahon
Nestled in a lush bowl on the western banks of Kunoy sits the tranquil village of the same name. The pretty tangle of tiny streets, whitewashed cottages and coloured roofs that spill toward the water’s edge is an essential stop in the Faroe’s northern isles. Across the bay, the furrows and folds of Kalsoy rear up from the ocean, chiselled and dusted in snow or vivid greens.
From the vibrant red church taking pride of place in the centre of town to the lush countryside that sprawls toward the mountains, Kunoy is a place best enjoyed on foot.