It has become somewhat of a tradition in our family to go for a walk or a stroll after lunch on Christmas Day.
This year, Karl and I took Stella for a walk round town. Christmas Day was mighty cold for Reykjavik, the weather bureau recorded -9.7°C at noon on Christmas Day! A vast difference to the 25.4°C or so that was observed in Brisbane at noon on the 25th.
We went down to the harbour and then strolled back through the “west side” home to get ready for Christmas Day dinner with Kata’s paternal family.
As it was Christmas Day we wore Santa Hats for the walk, sadly the Santa Hats were not wool or super fleecy so did not really provide optimum warmth :/
Karl and I on the jetty
Karl and Stella at the end of the jetty
Love the ice patterns on the jetty
I loved how the ice had formed on the timbers of the jetty, the bevel that formed on the edge of the timbers was ice free as were the screw/nails holding the jetty together. Â You can see in the above photo of Karl and Stella how the ice looked from a different angle on the jetty timbers.
I saw a few more than three ships on Christmas Day
There was quite a few ships docked for the holidays, I wish I had got a photo of just three ships so I could have said “I saw three ships come sailing in, on Christmas Day”
These rocks were mostly frozen into the sand/gravel as when the tide went out leaving behind wet sand/gravel it promptly froze.
It was a very low tide so we were able to go the slips at the bottom of the dry docks to attempt to scavenge for treasures.
Ice starting to form on the harbour
It was so cold that ice was starting to form on the still parts of the harbour! That was pretty cool to see.
I loved the ice edges on the seaweed 🙂
The snow is very pretty on the mountains
Obligatory shot of snowy mountains.
Some newish art on one of the doors of Vallarstræti
Aníta Hinriksdóttir out sprint training on Christmas Day
I saw these two running up the street and thought that they might be tourists out of run for something to do on Christmas Day when not much is open. When they reached the top and turned around to walk down and repeat the hill sprints, Karl recognised the girl as a champion Icelandic middle-distance runner who has been breaking more than a few records in the past years.
Then it was time to head back home to get a bit warmer and dressed to go to dinner.
Yes, it has been a whopping 255 days since my last post. I have written a few drafts in that time but I’ve just never pressed the publish button. Here is to hopefully a few more posts appearing shortly.