Because of that volcano, I had to change plans..... consequently I went horse riding. The ash cloud was blowing right across Vestamann Island and the airport was closed. I have rebooked for tomorrow so hopefully I get there. Otherwise I will have to miss out on a most amazing opportunity as I have to leave from here at 4.30 on Tuesday morning to get to Keflavik.
That said, I had a great afternoon. After indulgin myself in a little shopping in the morning.... which reminds me! Icelandic fashion is excellent , really individual and very very out there! I am so impressed with what I have seen that I might just have to make a little expedition tomorrow morning before I hopefully go to Vestamann.
So I rode horses... Icelandic Horses.
They are sturdy little horses, long manes and , by many standards, I suppose unkempt. But the wonderful thing is that they are allowed to live as free horses. They have so much freedom to roam within the farm and noone keeps them in stables unless it is for some show which is rare. these horses are beautiful and their genetics are supposedly pure.
And I have the memories...... on my joggers, and the olfactory reminders.......
The riding was a great way to feel a part of Iceland and it would have been good to go for longer rides...... Maybe next time?
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