In Canada, this would be an oil slick, caused by a passing freighter illegally flushing out its tanks at sea.
Not so nice!
But in Iceland, it’s more like an Earth slick.
It’s the confluence of a river that is taking an 1100-year-old farm away and the desire for a new road to prevent rural depopulation in Borgarfjördur Eystri.
The concept of “nature” is a balancing act here.
Arctic terns.
They dive at your hair and scream. The screaming comes first. They’re just not much ones for settling down on land.
Even if it’s the Njardvik beach and the Njardvik troll.
Up in the air it is!
It’s ironic. One can get so intent on looking up to avoid them, that, um …
… one is in danger of stepping on them. True to form for a crew that doesn’t like land too much…
… they’re not much in the way of nests. Not really.
Really not.
So be careful where you walk, and if the terns start diving?
Don’t be there.
A Farm in Iceland 