We climbed Orrustuhóll, or Battle Hill, west of the convent and east of the Black Falls…

… and there in the lush green full of spirits ….

…in the midst of a harsh lava field …

… we found the elves’ horses.

This is another hiking site in Iceland that was popular in the Golden Age of the 1950s, one of the ones that made a trip on the new Ring Road a trip through national pride. Now there is room for one car to park off the road. A million tourists a year (well, maybe not this year or last) drive past, just as the elves would like it. I am honoured to have been invited and let in.