After a short night we were out early again the next morning. Sadly, storm and heavy snowfall met us head-on. Our first stop was the Dyrhólaey peninsula, which I had been hugely looking forward to: I wanted to send the drone up and photograph the peninsula from the sea.
Storm and a view from above
In that storm it was sadly impossible. But the view from above of the cliffs and the black beach to the west was well worth the slippery drive up the hill. The peninsula is around 120 metres high, a lighthouse from 1927 stands at the top, and in front of its tip opens the great rock arch that gives Dyrhólaey its name; to the east you can see the Reynisdrangar sea stacks.
A retired bus in front of a white house – storm and snow in the morning near Dyrhólaey.A dusty window, a few bottles standing on the sill.Grey clouds press down on the snowy slope.A wide plain in the winter light, a small house somewhere in it.Up at the top: cliffs and black beach to the west – the slippery drive was worth it.The surf runs along the black beach below Dyrhólaey.The cliff wears snow, the sea runs up onto the black sand below.Wave lines of foam drawn across the black beach.Strips of surf on the black beach, the light almost gone.The black beach stretches away into the haze.The lighthouse of 1927, its lantern orange.The lighthouse again, this time under a grey sky.The rock arch of Dyrhólaey in the sea, the fog swallowing the edge.The cliff with the lighthouse disappears into the fog.A rock with a hole stands alone in the grey sea.Snowy cliffs, a bay and the white line of the surf.Far out, the sea stacks in the grey sea.A steep cliff, a few rocks in the sea in front of it.A snow-covered shore, the fog lying low at Dyrhólaey.Surf on the black beach, close to the foam.The snowy lagoon below, dark rocks in front – the fog leaves only outlines.The road runs through the snow-covered plain, the haze lying over it.
