Then we proceeded to look at the cows, calves and pigs. I watched two enormous sows and fifteen piglets that were asleep on top of each other - interrupted by the occasional snort. I thought they all looked terribly sad and imagined that a pig's life is not that much fun. Kind of put me off bacon. My favourite part was watching the foxes.
Icelandic foxes are actually pretty big, and look a lot like dogs.
They're just better looking. One magnificent creature lay there in his white, furry splendour and stared at me lazily with his pale blue eyes, while a greyer variety skulked around and came right up to the fence. At least those foxes were safe from the ptarmigan hunters, who seem to find killing foxes a great sport at the moment. They predicted rain today, but there is no sign of that as I look out of the window. The sea is calm and reflects a slightly hazy blue sky over the whitening mountains.