We left in the morning with the rain and we came back at night with the rain, although we encountered some thunderstorms during our tour of the Snaefellsnes peninsula. The rain is rather an invigorating drizzle, the temperature is not excessively low; what is the most to fear, it is the wind. This is the sure way to freeze on the spot; this is the justification for having the hat and the hood, at the same time.
The mountains look like cakes of which a giant would have cut a slice, revealing the different inner layers. We went through several lava fields, where the matter seems to have been frozen in full explosion. The rocks are slowly nibbled by mosses, which in some places cover almost everything.
Kirkjufell escaped us a little because of the rain: it is a conical mountain, the most photographed of the country, but today it was bathed in cloud. We did not misse the waterfall at his feet, but we were dissatisfied. We then faced some pebble paths to reach one end of the world where humans still managed to plant a lighthouse. We ventured, but not too close, on the cliffs where the birds nest in the spring. The Snaefellsjökull (the glacier) was also hidden by the clouds, although we could distinguish ice intermittently.
On the road, we failed to crush some sheep, we ran against others sheeps, and we saw many sheeps that managed to venture out of their pens. Some sought to return desperately.