For trolls, though, a very busy day,.
Among trolls, this is a great one, with a seagull for the glint of an eye and a volcanic tube for a mouth, with a troll child inside it.
And those wings! Let’s not forget that Arnarstapi means Eagle’s Loss. And our gain.
If the tide is right, as you walk along the cliff path in Arnarstapi, you might be so lucky as to spot the birth of a dragon, right where the water and the land touch.
If you open the picture in a new window, it will be larger and you will see the dragon clear as day.
And if you look back, you might spot its midwife guardian.
A good place to walk with respect!
The puffins at Rauðanes…
…are well-guarded. Note the troll, whose hair they live in, and his peek-a-boo stone seal.
Plus, a whole guard team on shore. Here’s one at work.
All this help allows puffins to build a pretty lovely set of penthouses in peace.
Just respect the management’s rules, that’s all, and yield at trail intersections!
Keeping. Everyone Safe in Arnarstapi
Amazingly, he has no story and no name. I think this is because he’s a pretty friendly guy overall, although during my week beneath him, I couldn’t help but wonder just how much his scree slope had moved onto farmland over the last 1100 years, and how many hundred metres the sea had eaten away the fields to the right.
Could this motherly nudge be why some maps call this “Whale Bay”?
Öxarfjörður in June
Some trolls are always in social isolation.
Sléttuvegur (Road 870) in the High Season
Trolls, whose eggs are green (just look!) do it like this:
Gulls, whose eggs are also green, by gosh, do it like this:
This greening of the land is a thing to be admired. I’m all for more of it.
A New, Partially-Formed Iceland Egg Greening Up Nicely in the East Fjords
They never stay long.
A Troll in Its Haunt, Kollsvík
While they’re there, they’re great fun, though.