Icelandic Journals

Saturday, August 27th, Thingvellir

 

‘When you are fairly withinside, the broken-down wall, though of course both lower and more irregular than the other side, does still nevertheless look like a wall; but on the other side the courses of rock lie square and regular as if a mason had built them, and their face is generally, not smooth exactly, but smoothly facetted; dark grey of colour they are, save that where anything sticks out, the flat top of it gets covered with healthy plants. The top of the wall is a crest of most fantastic shapes; a pillar here with a skull on the top, a slim pinnacle here carrying a huge stone, a row of stakes eaten into and crumbling: all manner of strange things’ (IJ p 174).