A tough choice, I know. Just a few kilometres apart, way out there on Snæfellsnes (so likely of the same species) there are the Ogres of Djúpalónsandur …

So  sweet!

…wading together out into the storm…

…and just a few kilometres west, out at Dritvik… splashing in the waves …

…the Ogres of Dritvik, the now-abandoned Second City of Iceland, staring out into the open Atlantic.

But, hey, no problem. It’s always a good day to sit back and enjoy the sights.

But watch out!

We are not kidding about the magic. Or the storm.