If you want to know what a Þorroblót is checkout this post and this one from last year. This year I have to say the food was more to my taste, Sigga took pity on us foreigners and prepared sushi and chicken wings and instead of the sheeps head we had sheeps head paté made by Kristin which was quite tasty. Patricia (a food scientist) marinated the sheeps testicals, rotten shark and whale in a mixture of various herbs and spices which I think certainly improved their original flavours, although her partner Bjarki was not so sure, as his idea of heaven is the traditional þorroblót food...what can I say...each to their own!
Our array of food...you can see the sushi in the far left corner and Patricia's marinade in the squarish container, the chicken wings are hidden from public view, we were already treading dangerous ground with the sushi!
Our little group was multinational
L-R Patricia (from Brazil) and Annabell (from France)
L-R Sigga and Bjarki (both from Iceland but they have lived overseas before, Sigga in Australia and Germany and Bjarki in Japan where he met his lovely Patricia) and of course the missing Aussie photographer. And to make it truly an international event we all ate with chopsticks.
The shore here is covered in pebbles/rocks of all colour and size
I am still picking up heart shaped ones and went home with my pockets bulging...the large one is bigger than my fist.
The weather on Thursday was an absolutely magnificent 4c, the sky was blue, the sun was out and the air was still, so this time I walked up over the graveyard and down the other side with Freyja (who missed out on the walk the day before...I felt guilty and had to make it up to her).
The view of the town from the graveyard
Whilst walking, Freyja and I encountered a man on horseback taking his trusty steed for a little tölt. Freyja was very good only making a half hearted bark at him.
The days here are getting longer and before I know it there will be nearly 24 hrs of daylight, at the moment sunrise is around 9.30am and sunset about 5.30pm.













