Goodness it’s the last month of the northern summer already - how time has flown this trip! The remaining ice is starting to break up- didn't think we would see streams running dry but have noticed some in the last couple of days. Crisp clear morning without wind, a pleasurable 5º. Decided to depart Western Fjords a little longer way around to minimise retracing our steps, aiming for Blonduos and caravan park with washing machine today. Bit of a rush because BoyRob wants to fit in Herring Festival in village of Siglufjordur - their Herring Era Museum stages a re-enactment of old times, every Saturday in summer.
On road to Bildudalur, first lake almost black in mountain’s shadow - colours in this landscape ever changing. Plenty of birdlife to thrill the photographer (have seen Common Redshank, Coot, Atlantic Puffin, Arctic Tern, Great black-backed gull, black-headed gull, Whimbrel, Raven, White Wagtail, Black Tailed Godwit, Common Snipe, Dunlin, Common Guillemot); as well as ducks and geese (Whooper Swans, Mallards, Greater Scaup, Common Eider, Greylag Geese).
Camped at Blonduos, funny to see kids playing in black sand in sandbox. BoyRob cleaned out lower boxes drying contents wet yet again from stream crossings, GirlRob did hair and clothes washing (in sulphur-smelling bore water), interminable standing wait by dryer which switched itself off every 5 mins. Long long evening getting two loads dry (but cheered up by BoyRob’s steak and vegetable fritter dinner).