Heading back :-(

After much deliberation and with no shift in the weather forecast overnight, Guenter and I decide we will return on the ferry and then probably retrace our steps. The snow has not materialised at sea-level - though there is snow on the hillsides and it is cold and odd flakes blow by. I am reassured to learn that the icelanders think it should not be snowing in June. Still, its pretty dissappointing to need to turn around.

We wander up the hillside behind the guesthouse and visit a gentle waterfall. Then its a hard blustery struggle into the wind. A completely different experience to the sunny sail in the other direction yesterday. By the time I reach the Ferry-landing, exhausted, at least I am convinced of the infeasibility of cycling any serious distance in this wind.

Behind the work buildings, we discover a stunning shell beach. And by the time the ferry comes in we are frozen to the bone. It is a comfort that tonights campsite has a lovely warm kitchen that we can shelter in.Read more