For now i am nothing more to you than a phantom in the rain. A White Flower of the snow, a whisper in the night.
A beach plagued by bad winds & large swells, i know it had rare moments of calm. At a certain point i would get into the water here & swim below the near vertical peaks of stoknes..
Its interesting how everyone interprets a place a little differently. You might see this landscape & be drawn to its jagged peaks & climbing potential. You may be content standing on the shore feeling the black volcanic sand beneath you. For me it was the surf potential that drew me back year after year.