After looking at the icebergs in Jökulsárlón Lagoon we drove home via a basalt cave. It was so incredibly cold and windy, stomping through the wet black sand to look at them was arduous enough. I took no photos.
The next day was clearer at the cabins and we decided to go horse-riding.
Kerrie didn’t want to come so we left her at the cabin and set off. By the time that we arrived at the horse riding place, we were under cloud and there was some rain spitting on the windshield.
The Icelandic Horse is smaller and more rugged than European horse breeds. I have ridden horses a number of times, maybe 20 or so (?), Anna has ridden twice and this will be Wayne’s first time. So a bit of a play inside on the horses is well spent.
Outside we go for an hour-long walk up the side of a mountain and back down again. It is funny to watch the horses take us much slack as their riders allow. The views are pretty cool, but I’m not confident to take a photo at any point along the way.
To finish the walk we are taken on an extra loop around the driveways to try a tölt, a gait specific to the Icelandic Horse.
The ride was fun and without any falls – despite some steep slippery bits and some horse-play (!). I’d love to come back and do another longer ride in better weather. They said that on a clear day we could go far further up and see the glacier much more clearly.