We left Awelina at anchor in quite a gusty wind of F6 or so and took the dinghy ashore. We did find the ‘wild’ hot spring after a pleasant ~4km walk along the dirt road to the NW of the village. It was rather more tamed than we’d expected, with several pools of varying temperature, a changing room and shower. We went into the coolest.

Peter in the toddler pool

 

After that we went looking for a bar and found one which looked pretty good but was deserted near the camp-site and pubic swimming pool, which we decided to miss, and another bar come restaurant in the village itself. It wasn’t bad and we had a pint each before going back. On the way back we went into the harbour and saw that there’s a water on the pontoons – first time we’ve seen this -  and the access ashore from the pontoons isn’t locked – also a first in Iceland. So we decided to come in the following morning to fill wit water as we’re almost right out, and hopefully fuel. The pontoons were full of small inshore fishing boats about 25’ or 30’ long, but presumably they will all put to sea first thing.

 

We took Little My back to Awelina and Peter laid the lobster pot while James made supper – of cod of course! But this time in a hot and sour stew with noodles. Still pretty windy but the anchor seems pretty well dug in.

 

Next morning (ie today, Friday) we got up reasonably early hoping for a quick trip in, but when we poked our noses into the harbour all the boats were still there and there was no room for us. It was also blowing quite hard, about 28 knots so manoeuvring in tight space in a tiny shallow and crowded harbour was unattractive, so we went back to the anchorage and made breakfast. At about 11 the wind dropped and we saw one fishing boat emerge so went back for another go. As luck would have it the spot which was now vacated was ideal, being right on the end of the pontoon so we fitted, albeit with 15’ of our stern hanging over the end, and it was deep enough. We filled with water and made three runs with the 25 litre can to the garage so we now have enough fuel for another 30 – 50 hours or so of motoring, depending how fast we go.

 

Tucked on the end (and hanging over hence the bows-in aspect).

 

On setting off again Peter insisted on trying the mackerel feathers – but only got one small saithe, aka coal-fish, which are not that good to eat, so it’s destined for bait. But fortunately there were a couple of crabs in the pot, we think edible but haven’t yet identified the variety, which we’ll eat tonight.

 

Unacceptable fish, acceptable crab!

 

Now off to Þingeri, the next but one loch to the NNE of us.