It’s berry season in Iceland. At this time of year this country is filled with berries and the natives head out to what’s known as berjamó in Icelandic – which I suppose literally translates as “berry fields”. Going berry picking here is known as að fara í berjamó, which in absolutely literal translation would be “to go in a berry field”. Although in English you’d probably have to clarify: “to pick berries”.
Anyway, so AAH and I went in a berry field today, along with around 98% of the Icelandic population [if my friends’ Facebook statuses are anything to go by]. We decided that Þingvellir would be the perfect place – after all, we went there last year [well, not AAH] and picked enough blueberries to make jam to last, well, until about three days ago. I am not joking.
We hit the road at around 2 pm – a bit later than planned, but that was because something unexpected came up. A crew [if you can call two guys a crew] from the BBC turned up, shooting for a programme called Working Lunch [anyone know it?], who very kindly and politely asked if perchance our YT could be persuaded to stand out in the freezing wind on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams [a.k.a. Borgartún] at around noon and sum up the kreppa in 50 words or less.*
And I was happy to oblige.
BUT getting back to our berry field. As it turned out, the field was pretty much already looted. Sadly there were only a few berries here and there, and most of them were runts. To be fair, I couldn’t be sure whether this was due to human looting or the erratic weather conditions we had this summer – a long dry period, and a cold spell in July where it actually snowed up north [as in when we were on our hike last month].
What we DID find, however, was plenty of mushrooms. Here is what my pickins’ looked like:
And this is what AAH came away with:
Here’s what the shrooms looked like once we’d cut them in two to make sure there were no worms in them:
… They were subsequently sauteed in butter and will be relegated to the freezer until required for use.
We had to leave Þingvellir around five because AAH had to get to work … incidentally, it’s been a while since I’ve posted a picture of beautiful Peningjagjá [into which people insist on throwing coins for some absurd reason]:
The water is so crystal-clear, it’s amazing:
When we got home, EPI and I went next door where our neighbour had once again kindly invited us to pick from her red and blackcurrant bushes [some of you may remember our berry extravaganza from last year]. So now we have a fridge stuffed with blueberries, redcurrants and blackcurrants, all waiting to be made into jam. Yowsa.
THERE HAS BEEN A COOL WIND
But it’s also been sunny, so if you were sheltered, like AAH and I were today, it was actually really nice. But make no mistake: summer is over and fall has arrived. It’s 10°C [50F] and the sun came up at 6.03, set at 8.51.
* Not really. But something like that.