‘Djupivogur (the trading-station)’
‘The first turn of the screw woke me about three this morning, and we were soon in the head of Berufirth but had to wait for a pilot to take us in to Djupivogur (the trading-station) as it was still rather thick. A sad dripping misty day it was when we cast anchor in the harbour; after the first quarter of an hour the mountains were not to be seen, nothing but the dripping shore, and the black houses of the merchant-stead. We went ashore for an hour or two, had coffee in the merchant’s house, looked over his store for fox-skins and found none: then C.J.F. and I wandered away among the rocks inshore, happy enough if not exactly extremely well’ (IJ p 181).
‘The red black roofed building in the picture was put up in 1790 and Morris would have had his coffee in there. It still serves coffee!’ (Martin Stott)