Tea and jam on toast in bed. In the Cube. With a view of Kirkjufell. That's how our first anniversary began. Well...that's how it began for me. Stu made the breakfast. And presented me with the fake orchid that is on top of a Cube kitchen cupboard. Good effort.
The rest of the day was about memory lane. The southern coast of Snaefellsnes...beginning at the little black church.
This time in full-on arctic clobber. Thermals, base layers, mid layers, whatever the next layer is called then the wind-proof jackets. Gloves. Hats. Those weird neck warmer things you can pull over your ears. Thick sock. Big boots.
No flimsy airy fairy white dress. Or kitten heels.
And this time we had flasks of coffee, more egg sarnies and Stu-sized slabs of Bara Brith.
We were a bit pissed off that there were 'tourists' at the church. How very dare they.
Anyway. The plan was to recreate some of the wedding photos. We didn't do very well. Took me a while to sort out the timer on the camera and then I think I fluffed up the focus. And then we were too cold (and lazy) to take more. Not such a good effort.