Today I went to the soccer game in Fuglafjordur. Fortunately, I wore my new down-filled jacket that is supposed to be good to – 40 degrees F, and it kept me warm enough. We won, 2-0.
Today I went to a soccer game in Fuglafjordur (we won, 2-0). Part way through the game I noticed that the teams didn’t wear one style of shoes, but everyone had his own kind of shoe. The red socks belong to Fuglafjordur, the blue socks to Hb (the other team), and the black pants were from half-time when various people from the grounds crew were on the field.
Short sleeve weather is gone. The wind from the north is cold, and it is strong enough to make white waves on the bay. Unfortunately, the weather turned wet and cold just in time for the annual Fuglafjordur festival, Varmakelda. There aren’t many kids out playing on the Tivoli rides.
We have had a week of lovely summer weather. On Saturday afternoon, the horn orchestra (or brass band) played for the mid-summer celebration on the beach. This celebration included a barbecue, for those who brought their own meat.
Most afternoons I see one of the rowing teams training on the bay for the races that take place on many weekends. It was warm enough this afternoon that I didn’t need a jacket or a sweater to walk to town.