Friday, August 4th, In Mr. Jon Viđalin's house at Viđidalstunga
‘. . . we were on the bare sand and stones again and mounting somewhat saw several peaks rising over the flatter ground which seemed very wide indeed’ (IJ p 216).
‘The raven flies about here making noises like winding up a big clock – and we have to go up it a good way to get across – which done we are still on the same black plain and ride over slope after slope of it’ (IJ p 216).