It rained much of the day so we had a fairly lazy time. We did some more grocery shopping and bought bread - in this town are two excellent bakeries - and went to the government dink shop as we'd run out of white wine.

 

Around lunchtime we went to the fishing museum, which also includes a collection of accordions, which were really quite dull! The museum itself was rather a jumble of disparate things such as ropes and a set of cooper's tools and a diving suit but actually quite interesting despite this. But the reason we went was that the ticket we'd bought for the engineering workshop in Þingeyri included a free visit to this museum. We wouldn't have gone otherwise.

 

We then spent the afternoon sorting out a computer program to log latitude, longitude and depth information from the boat's instruments onto Peter's computer so we can gather data about the uncharted fjords we hope to visit over the next few days sailing around the Hornstrandir.

 

Fiona arrived from her flight around 8pm rather tired after a 4am start and a day wandering around Reykjavik in the rain. We went out to eat at a restaurant which we'd spotted earlier as it's next to the museum which serves only local fish in a kind of all you can eat buffet. All very good. On the way back we were accosted by a group of young Germans who asked us if we knew where to find the campsite. We did, or at a least we had the ‘Lonely Planet’ guide book which did, but it turned out to be a few km away. It was dark by now, and still pouring with rain and they’d been hiking for a week or more on the Hornstrandir so they decided to just pitch tents on waste ground near the port. But all seemed frightfully well equipped, clean cut, fit and well over 6’ tall; soldiers we think.

 

Having a slothful afternoon.