Right, where was I?
Ah yes, off to the Herring Museum right up in the north at Siglufjordur.
On the way we take a small detour into Hof.
Home of the.....
As in many places throughout the world, hardship had forced people elsewhere to seek a better life.
Hof is a pretty village close to the Arctic Circle but I saw it in the middle of summer and I guess it didn't appear that way to the many who found it necessary to leave.
We head north again.
A heavy mist became a big problem for Ange a bit later, when the road climbed higher, became covered in gravel with big drips into the sea below.
It got to the point where she was so far out of her comfort zone she was in tears whilst riding very slowly, I only realised it was that bad for her on the way back.
At that point we stopped for more tea, lots of reassurance and as a special treat I cleaned her visor properly.
We stopped at this remote garage (for tea) on the way there, just before her traumatic experience, it was closed on the way back when her emotions became overwhelming so once more it was out with the stove and out of the cold wind.
All this just to visit a flipping herring museum?
Yes, but we both agreed it was worth it and was suprisingly interesting.
So we arrived in Siglufjordur, which had once been a very busy port, full of fishing boats and all the herring oil processing plants etc.
These days it's little more laid back.
Lots of interest here and even had a good look around the folk music centre.
But it's the Herring museum I wanted to see........ bet you can't wait.
Excellent. I have a friend who's become obsessed with Iceland and travels from California at least once a year. She was telling me how much of the Island used to be forrested but was harvested to the point that the top soil blew away and can't support new growth. 
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I was there same time as you both Wifies 50 th birthday pressie |What A PLACE !!!!
