Monday 25 July, 1021, sailing to Reykjanes
Monday morning doomed wet and gloomy, but at least it had stopped raining, and at 6am it was as light as at 11am. Getting out of Skutulsfjordur, the fjord Isafjord is located in, we even got some breeze and have been sailing south east with the wind on the quarter ever since, accompanied by our feathered friends: Arctic terns, fulmars and puffins.
The puffins as always made for great entertainment, especially as there is a little chop going in the fjord, it doesn't make taking off any easier for them!
Despite the low hanging clouds, the scenery is stunning, with waterfalls running down from the big glacier to our north east and imposing weathered mountain faces in black and brown, lightened up with this special Icelandic green. It's hard to desribe, it ranges from deep intense green to an almost pistachio, light green that seems to shimmer and has a distinct neon look to it at times.
In the midst of all this beauty, we were surprised once again with several whales, one following us and coming within 40 meters of the boat, dipping in and out of the water before elegantly throwing his tail up and disappearing once again below the surface...
Iceland is just fantastic.
We're about 5nm off our anchorage, in the furthest of the fjords, near a little hotel which is rumoured to have a little spa and massages and a number of great walks around the peninsula.
As I said, Iceland is just fantastic.