Saturday, 13 February 2010

Up and across the graveyard and down the other side.

I am now in London (which is cold and grey) and will fly back to Australia tomorrow (Sunday).  I was going to make this my last blog for a while but Ross has requested that I keep it up so that people overseas will be able to see how my prep for moving etc (if everything falls into place) is coming promises but I might keep it going.

I said farewell to Iceland yesterday hopefully to return by summer.  My walks around the town are what I will miss the most, plus stepping outdoors every morning to be surrounded by the mountains, which occupy every view,  it is just so exhilarating.... I will never get sick of that.

I owe much to Sigga and Kristin who have provided room, board and great company on this extended stay, their hospitality and kindness has been wonderful, I really don't know how to repay...but I owe them both big time.

I think this post should showcase the breathtaking views and few odd things I have encountered on my last walk with Freyja up and across the graveyard and down the other side.
Once again from the top of the graveyard the view to the town centre and harbour
View across from the graveyard

Ravens/crows are my favourite bird, there are many in this town, these ravens are larger than the Australian crow and have a deeper call.   When they perch on the church steeple superstition here says a funeral is not far away.  There is no funeral parlor in Sauðárkrókur, when someone dies the body is kept in the hospital morgue, coffins are made by the local carpenters, then a church service and burial at the gravesite above the town.  Pretty straight forward, no middlemen and every citizen has a burial plot...which is paid through their taxes.


The sheep here look quite different to Aussie sheep, I have seen them white, brown, black, plus black and white.   The farmers let them roam free in the summer up into the hills and then everybody gets together and rounds them up, they are placed in a special central round pen Réttir and then the farmers select their own sheep, most of the them can do this via face recognition although they have little tags just in case you are not 100% sure. Ross and Olga were in town in 2008 and Olga has a great description and photos in her blog Réttir! of their experience 

  More info here and here

There are horses everywhere around Iceland and most country people can ride. I have made a promise to myself to learn when I return. They are small and friendly, very rarely bite and good for the inexperienced, young and elderly. There is only one breed of horse in Iceland which has been isolated for over 1100 years to prevent diseases. Here is a link to the movie trailer of an emotional documentary about Tóti and his amazing award winning horse Kraftur.  Tóti lives in the region around Sauðárkrókur and his wife is the pastor who married Ross and Olga.   Tóti gets invited to the world championship in Holland but there is one catch, horses that leave Iceland
 are never allowed to return home.
For more info on the Icelandic horse check out these links also. ,

  Whilst we are on animals, here is a pic of a ginger cat sitting on top of hay bales.  This cat did not flinch a muscle when Freyja barked incessantly,  he/she just looked at us as if we were ridiculous!

A frozen stream 

 the ice starting to melt.
Ice crystals
on an outdoor table 

Curious old buildings that I pass on my walk 

On my way back down to the town
The view as I enter the main street.


  1. Love the photos Vicki, Freyja is in a total funk since you left. I had to walk down to the harbour with her this morning and then take her for a drive in the car! I know mum and I will miss your company as well, and you owe us nothing!!! It was our pleasure and like Ross, I think you should keep the blogging up! Have a safe trip home!

  2. Yes, keep blogging! Perth may not be as picturesque as Sauðárkrókur, but it'd be great to hear how things are progressing.
    Fantastic photos, yet again - I love the cat on the hay bales, he looks really unimpressed.

    Hope your trip home is bearable, talk to you soon!

  3. I want you to tell me how you managed this amazing move. I've just been reading your blog for the past hour, and you are living my own dream. If you search my blog for references to Iceland, you will see I've been trying to move there for the past 4 years, but have not yet figured out how to do it. What an amazing journey you have had - and congratulations on your dream coming true. My partner Bjarni was born in Hafnarfjordur, but grew up here in America. I can think of no place on Earth which is as starkly stunning as Iceland - I wish it was my home.

  4. Thanks, Terry for your comments, I have sent you an email, explaining things in more detail...hope you get it.