I unexpectedly bumped into the Glaumbæ Museum as it was closing. This meant I didn’t get to go inside the buildings but I also didn’t have to pay an admission fee. This particular building was exported to Iceland from Norway or Sweden a few hundred years ago.
Underneath this field lies an old farm.
Sod houses.
Old tools of the trade.
The graveyard at the church next door.
The backs of the sod huts.
Just imagine living here in these houses. Iceland is not for wusses.