Land ahoy!
Ah, yes, that’s it.
An iceberg brought it.
Good thing it, because your boat …
… your lovely boat…
…well, she’s a ship of dreams now.
In Tjörneshreppur!
Up north.
The sea is cold up north on the Öxarfjörður.
I suggest sticking in your toe before committing yourself completely.
Even if your horse has gone ahead.
It can wait. 
It’s not just birds and turtles that do it.
Up on Vörsluvik, the sea gets into it too.
Here are some in the very process of being washed from the land.
Perhaps you can see a clutch lying in a young sea in the middle of the image?
Of course, the sea’s eggs are the land’s eggs, too.
They do it together! 
Above Hrafragilsfoss
Nerve tissue is everywhere, lying around on the sand. If you lose your mind in Iceland, there’s always another one to take its place. Good to know!