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these storms are no more than what they have often

experienced before, they can even remember the last time,

a year ago.

The First Winter Storm, on the other hand, is quite a

different matter.

It is violent every single time and makes its entrance with a

vengeance, they have never seen a storm like it, even

though this is also what happened last year. This is the

origin of the phrase ‘in living memory’, they have forgotten

just how it was, since they have no choice but to ride the

storm as best they can and erase it from their memories as

soon as possible.

Now they are in the midst of one of these, which has raged

with undiminished force for more than a day, with wisps of

yellow foam swirling above the island, rain as hard as hail

and spring tides that do not ebb. Hans has been out three

times to secure even things he didn’t consider it was

possible to secure. He has seen one of his sheep being

blown into the sea before he had time to lock the others in

the boathouse, they hadn’t been slaughtered yet and there

was nowhere else to put them, and inside he tethers them

to the færing boat which he also ties down, it is

unbelievable what men get into their heads when the First

Winter Storm strikes.