We wait out the rain and then go north.
There’s a big ball marking the arctic circle. All other ball enthusiasts who have arrived on today’s verry go there as well. The road is lined with puffins who stand and watch the sea. We go back from the other side of the island. Less wind, more sheep shit. Some sun spots appear on the sea so we escape inside to read.
The ferry takes all the tourists away.
from the big island to the small one
still on Grímsey

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