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Published: July 13th 2022
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We had planned a trip into Reykjavik today but we are both tired and the sun is shining. Although there’s still a bit of a cold wind we can wear our thin trousers for the first time this trip!
We elect for a lie in followed by a full English breakfast. This is a nice campsite on the edge of a quiet seaside town so we decide we’ll stay a couple more nights.
The camp warden is recommended a few places to visit…though when more details are required he doesn’t know as he’s never visited them! He is from Serbia and hoping to move his family out here for a better life. Trouble is, he has never been here in winter…so will they all adapt? He tells us life in Serbia is not good and he likes it here.
It’s late morning and we set off for a bimble around town. The lighthouse has been recommended. We park the van and go for a bit of a scramble over the rocks. There are tours if the lighthouse but as usual we are hours too early. Looking out to sea there is a lot of movement in the water.
Could be whales…though Ian reckons it’s porpoises.
Now what? Swimming pool with water slide or geothermal pool by the beach. It’s up to me as Ian doesn’t want to do either but he has picked up a book at the campsite which he will happily read while I do whatever…
It’s such a nice day that I choose the beach and hot pool. First a dip in the icy water followed by a plunge in the steaming hot pool. To be honest the sea water isn’t that bad but you are advised not to stay in too long. It’s a nice sandy beach but strewn with rocks so it’s hard to get in without bruising the feet! A few of the locals dash in and out, heading straight back to the hot pool. I’m with them!
It’s relatively busy here today. Looks like the kids have broken up from school now. It’s big enough for all though the side with the infinity views over the bay is the most sought after for posey pictures and generally letting the world slip by.
I’ve made it to prime position now and enjoying a chat with a
lady who lives here. She tells me the kids have two months summer holiday here. It dates back to the time when the sheep had to be herded down from the mountains and all hands were needed. Now that doesn’t happen so much she tells me, but they still keep the long summer break. It’s a tradition.
My skin is starting to shrivel now so time to get out.
We stock up on goodies at the supermarket then return to camp for a late lunch and general laze around. Ian wants to finish the book!
It’s starting to cloud over…oh well, we made it to late afternoon at least. I want to go out for a walk…our campsite is right next to a beach. Unfortunately we don’t get far…they don’t seem to do coast paths here! But we do discover that we are camping on the site of an old farm cum fishing port. :-)
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