First, with their church.
Next, with their hay bales. Looks to me like they have been bundled up for harvest themselves.
Next, from their sanctuary.
So must 1100 years of Christian dead comfort themselves when their parishes, and faith, is lost among the living.
A road designed to stay up while going down.
An important principle in a windy land!
Lost the path to Arnarstapi? Or Hellnar?
Sometimes a thrush will lead you the right way. Well, actually, where a thrush leads you is always the right way, whether you are coming or going.