“Irish monks, perhaps, or maybe even earlier. The caves were on the other side of the headland at what was the original harbor for the old whaling station. It became too small as fishing grew, so the fish- ermen moved their boats and settled here.”

“I'd like to do some hiking. Would you recommend any routes where I can get a good view of the town and its surroundings?” “From the bird cliffs, you can see for miles. Take that path behind the village,” she said, pointing. "You will go through the moors by some beautiful waterfalls and streams, past a big lake. The trail climbs sharply after you pass the old farm ruins, and you will be at the cliffs. Don't go too close to the edge, especially if it's foggy, un- less you have wings. The ledges are nearly five hundred meters tall. Follow the cairns back and keep them on your left. The trail is steep and goes down fast. Don't walk too close to the edge along the sea, because sometimes the waves crash over the rocks and can catch you.

“I'll be careful.” “One more thing. Dress warm. The weather changes quickly sometimes.”

“Gunnar gave me the same advice. He seems quite knowledge- able. Is he a native?”

“Gunnar would like people to think he goes back to Erik the Red,” she sniffed. “He's from Copenhagen. Moved into the village a year or two ago.”

“Do you know him well?”

“Oh, yes,” she said, with a roll of her lovely eyes. “Gunnar tried to get me into his bed, but I'm not that hard up.”

Pia was a good-looking woman, and Austin wasn't surprised at Jepsen's attempt; but he hadn't driven all this way to tune in on the local romances. “I heard there was a fish operation of some sort up the coast.”

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"Yes, you'll see it from the cliffs. Ugly concrete and metal build- ings. The harbor is full of their fish cages. They raise fish there and ship it out. The local fishermen don't like it. The fishing around the old harbor has gone bad. No one from town works there. Not even

Gunnar anymore."

“He worked at the fish farm?”

“In the beginning. Something to do with construction. He used his money to buy his houses and lives off the rentals.”

“Do you get many visitors here?” Austin was watching a sleek blue yacht coming into the harbor.