The weather is famously fickle in the Faroe Islands. In the mountains, roads vanish into fog within seconds; by the sea, winds howl with such force that coastal waterfalls are sent streaming skywards.

Into Arkansas, over War Eagle Creek, and Onion Creek, Dry Fork and past the tiny hamlet of Old Alabam, the Ozarks rise, not mountains but a succession of low ridges, a series of elevations, a sea ...