It's pretty much just a few summer cottages and the Hotel Djupavik, in a building that served as the women's barracks for the herring plant that was built there in the 30s and long since abandoned, now the focus of an effort to keep it from completely disintegrating.
It offers a gorgeous, remote setting, utterly quiet other than the sound of the waterfall by the herring plant, the wind, and the shore.
Along with the hike we did to the top of the waterfall, we took in the local color and did a spectacular walk along the road around the fjord.
There's a gas station, perhaps closed for the season, but you could take a picnic there if you like.
It's windy, so the tree in this garden is carefully tied down.
This garden features a cold frame, enough for winter veggies in through the summer?
We made friends with Freya, the inn's border collie, who happened to be in heat, so she and the other dog in town, the neighbor's little puffball, were pretty distracted by each other.
We had some fabulous meals of soups, lamb, and fish, but we missed out on the fresh goose.
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