Reykjadalur

Out into the hills around Hvdragerdi for approximately 8 hours. CMC is in the distance, not coming past a bonfire but a fumerole , a hole full of boiling mud.

Nobody around first thing today but on our return we found many of the locals had made their way into the hills because it was a local holiday tagged on to the weekend. Whole families were wallowing together in the 40 degrees c burn.

Plenty of horses in Iceland. It is on the menu every night home with guillemot, puffin and whale.

Potentially CMC will never spend her birthday in Iceland again.