Turning south

[shewhomust]

That evening brought us to the end of our road across the north of Iceland; the next morning we turned south. We were staying on a horse farm, outside the town of Hvammstangi, and just had time for a quick stroll round. The Seal Centre had closed, but the handicraft shop was still open - this is where durham_rambler brought the big brown jumper. I was very taken with the many corrugated iron houses, painted in a rainbow of bright colours (more pictures of Hvammstangi).

The next day, driving south and west, we realised that summer had been advancing while we were in the north; the meadowsweet was in bloom, and the fields were dotted with bales of straw, all neatly wrapped in plastic, One farm had apparently held an event for children, because each bale in the field had been decorated on the end towards the road, with scenes and 'welcome' messages and silly faces.

That's where my notes run out; next stop, Snæfellsnes.