Had thought of doing something en route today but there didn't seem to be any particularly obvious destinations for it (as in, something 10km or so off the main road that wouldn't be easily accessible by vehicle but wasn't totally mountain-goat stuff), and the weather had the potential to get nasty, so decided on another up-the-valley-that-extends-from-the-head-of-the-fjord run, longer this time. This valley (its floor at least) was reasonably agricultural (at one point the local cows decided to run alongside me for a few hundred metres, on the other side of a fence), with the slight oddity of a golf course - surprisingly numerous in Iceland - in its upper reaches. The cloud was a bit low for really expansive views but still plenty to be seen.
The actual running route, gently undulating through farmland (getting a bit steeper at the far end), was a bit reminiscent of Warwick at the end of June, and the run was a bit reminiscent of it too, although not as good. Still, after early niggles worked their way out, it was a run I was enjoying for long stretches. Starting to feel like I was hanging on a bit in the last third with a few areas of muscle fatigue, although the 19th kilometre was the fastest of the day so there can't have been too much wrong.
Today's theme could have been tunnels - five of them amounting to 25km or so, the first four around the mountainous coastline. The first was the most hair-raising (3km of single lane with occasional passing places), and the next two (completed in 2010) were testimony to Iceland's decision to bail out its people rather than its banks - which seems to have worked but a country any larger probably couldn't have got away with it. Later in the day was probably the least spectacular section of the trip, back to Reykjavik, so it wasn't such a bad thing that this section also had the first serious rain of the week (which just added to the atmosphere of bleakness crossing the fells).
One Icelandic feature is the vast number of swimming pools (all geothermally heated) - almost every settlement with a population bigger than a couple of hundred seems to have one. Today I saw a particularly spectacular one at Hofsos, right on a coastal point and looking as if it almost fell away into the sea. Not sure I'd fancy it so much in February at minus 4 and a snow-laden northerly coming in off the Arctic Ocean, but maybe if it was accompanied by the spectacle in
the bottom photo of this set it wouldn't matter how cold it was. Seeing an impressive-looking church dated 1960 in those parts also reminded me that you don't see many historic buildings here - with no usable timber, houses were built with stone, turf and whatever else could be scavenged until around 1900. (You don't see many historic buildings in the Norwegian or Finnish Arctic either, but that's because the Nazis burned them all - hoping to deprive the advancing Allies of shelter - as they retreated in 1944).