It’s an honor to welcome BAFTA award-winning screenwriter Chris Ould to the site today. Chris has been working successfully as a screenwriter for quite some time, and has also written novels, both a YA series and several standalone offerings. Today, Chris is here in conjunction with his latest release, The Blood Strand, the first in a new series. The Blood Strand finds Jan Reyna, now a British police detective, returning to the Faroe Islands, where he was born and spent his early years, after his estranged father is found unconscious and covered in someone else’s blood, a shotgun near him. The novel’s setting is unique, and today Chris presents a little “getting to know you” primer about the Faroe Islands for readers.
Five Faroe Island Facts
When I first read about the Faroe Islands a very long time ago there was precious little information to be had. What there was just added to their mystique: out in the middle of the northern Atlantic; a small population speaking a language known only to themselves; ancient traditions going back to the Vikings…
Finally, years later, I made it out there to research the islands as a setting for a crime novel and I fell in love with the place. Truly. To me the islands have a majestic, awe-inspiring, unique quality: completely different to anywhere else I’ve ever been. So, when I was asked to come up with five facts about the Faroes for anyone who might be tempted to go there, I thought it was like asking me to choose my favourite child. Only five? (Yes, because it alliterates, stupid.)
So, this has taken me days to decide, but here goes.
Fact One: It’s wet. Often. Very. Even the proudest Faroe Islander will admit that they don’t (quite) have a Mediterranean climate. So there’s every chance you’ll be rained or drizzled on for hours. And then, because it’s the Faroes, the sun will come out and the dazzlingly saturated colour of every house, boat and field will make your eyes hurt.
My personal theory is that the Faroese paint everything brightly to make the most of the sunlight when it appears. I exaggerate for effect, of course, but waterproofs and decent boots are essential, even in summer. And on my first day there I discovered there’s no point in wearing a baseball cap. I spent half an hour trying to retrieve mine after the wind tossed it over a cliff. Not recommended. I went and bought a waterproof beanie instead.
But whatever the weather you’re experiencing at any given moment, the chances are that it’s the polar opposite at the other end of the island, or on the other side of a mountain. It’s not unusual for the Faroese to drive thirty miles from a fog-bound Borðoy to Streymoy just because someone’s called to say it’s