No. Not Iron Iceland. Ironic. If it were iron Iceland, they wouldn’t build so many home-made scaffolds out of lumber. They’d use steel pipe, as they do in Canada, a lumber country. In Iceland, not a lumber country, they use precious lumber.
Mysterious and lovely!
Never say there isn’t humour, art and beauty in Iceland.
Reykjavik
Iceland: an island of glass and mirrors in the North Atlantic.
Well, maybe not the strangest, but pretty endearing nonetheless.
In a country with virtually no trees, and most of those looking like this …
… or this …
… it has the most robust wooden scaffolding imaginable.
It’s not that there isn’t metal scaffolding.
Even more amazing: when you cut up Icelandic trees, as the Green Party did in the election of 2013, they look like this:
(They didn’t win. It’s really too bad, with a platform like that!) Some things are just unhinged.
Melarett
And that’s that!
Right. So maybe you see some tractor ruts. That’s tourist thinking, eh.
This is a city in the West Fjords. Yes, that’s the way they look out here. But, more than that….
… this is the þingeyri golf course. Yeah, yeah, in Canada where I live, golf is a gentrified sport, reducing indigenous and agricultural land to suntans and beer. In Iceland, it’s a bit different. I like that. A lot.
Note the amenities. Mowing crew.
Spotters.
Lookie-loos.
Water trap.
Clubhouse. Air conditioned.
Volcanic grunge. Very challenging.
9 holes, par 78. Watch that ankle. Here’s the first aid team. 
Lumpy bits. But lovely.
Really lumpy.
Real lovely. A bit soggy in bits.
But a great city view.
Lose your heart in the West Fjords. You won’t regret it. 
Fore!
It’s a fine story.
Egil’s Saga Today
Borgarnes
A Farm in Iceland 