When Too Many Puffins Aren't Nearly Enough

The morning was still a bit misty and drizzly, but not nearly like yesterday, so we lingered over breakfast a little in the hope things would clear.

They cleared enough to head down to the famous Reynisfjara beach to check out the black  pebble beach and basalt columns. The tide was coming in and looking very ominous so we did not venture too far along it....

however much to our delight we were witnessing some trial flights of baby puffins

The weather had much improved by the time we got to Dyrhólaey and again...puffins......we were  enjoying these lovely birds so much we almost missed the scenery..

Next a glacial tongue at Sólheimajökull....there are people walking on it. We were not tempted....it was cold enough off the ice.

and of course what is a day in Iceland without a waterfall for Laura. You could get up really close but keeping the lens dry was a challenge. I liked the guys who rode up to it, but where is the horse's wet gear?

The rain had settled in again, so we drove to Selfossm across the wide fertile valley, where I ate a delicious rack of lamb ribs at a Restaurant called Surf An Turf. It was right across from the Bobby Fisher Centre; yet another Icelandic museum.

Then on to the Reykjanes peninsula, which started as fairly uninspiring flat, black sand dune country and slowly morphed into a wild lava field.

We got to our hotel, in the middle of the lava field,  just in time for our Blue Lagoon appointment. Apparently the water comes from 2Km underground, where it is at 400C. The water/steam is used to drive some turbines for electricity and the discharge is pumped into a man made lagoon that they decided to make money with. Our hotel is not 50 metres from there, with a lovely view of the plant. A bit of sulphur in the air, but that is everywhere if there are springs as well.