Sunday 7th July 2019, 3.15pm (day 2,873)
Reykjavik was fun and — after the first 30 hours or so — sunny and quite warm, but what we saw there could, to be honest, have been seen anywhere. Time to get out in the wilds. This morning we flew to Akureyri in the north of Iceland, picked up a car and headed further north still, and on the road between Dalvik and Ólafsfjör∂ur, there came this scene. I tried hard to get all four things in the viewfinder — the sheep, the island of Hrisey to top left, the mountain, the waterfall; although one result is that this almost looks like I’ve taken the halves of two photos and mashed them together. But I still like it. This is what was hoped for…. Now all that is needed is some volcanic activity. But that stereotype can be sought out tomorrow.
I’ll tell you what though — of all the pictures I have taken in July, whether they appeared on this blog or not, this is definitely the coldest. I would say it was about 5ºC at this point and virtually sleeting. The sheep must be used to it, I guess: they look contented enough.