It’s a sunny Sunday morning so I pack a thermos of tea, a sandwich and some grapes and head out on my bike. After the brief winter intermission, spring is back in full swing. I ride out the old road to Bolungarvík and spot the same old man wearing a snowsuit and walking his dog, who I bumped into here in January. Seems to be his daily routine and the snowsuit and dog seem to accompany him no matter what the weather is like.
|Our house on the beach|
I’m quite tired by the time I get home, but the day is still so beautiful that I enjoy a long walk on the beach.