Note that the light is off in the distance, over Midhúsavatn and Knarrartunga, but with its darkness Gatklettur hides it.
Tricky old rock!
Arnarstapi is marketed as a quaint fishing village. What that means is tour busses from Reykjavik dropping off crowds, who line up at the fish and chips shop, not that fish and chips is anything other than a British dish, but what the heck.
Here’s the fishing fleet in the harbour. In the depleted seas, it survives by catching fish for the fish and chips shop.