Our Journey

  • (Post 3 of 5) “These cows are my friends,” says Eyberg, but that’s not quite what he means. He searches for the words in English and pulls his hands to his chest. “They are my good friends,” he continues, “my good friends.” There’s one cow that’s nervous about being milked. She recently had her first…

  • (Post 4 of 5) Lauga hooks the milking machine overhead and gets to work. While she milks and feeds the cows, she is also checking on the new calves and the pregnant mothers. She shows me where to place my hand, near the base of the cow’s tail, in order to assess when labour will…

  • (Post 5 of 5) You can’t mistake love when you see it. Guðlaug Sigurðardöttir and Jóhannes Eyberg Ragnarsson, Hraun-Háls, West Iceland. Thank you. Photo Eric Guth.

  • (Post 2 of 4) The wind is strong here, but so is the community. It has been a good place to raise four children, despite the isolation (you need a car for everything). And: “It’s nice to be close by where we were born and bred.” I feel very relaxed in this house, and our…

  • (Post 3 of 4) Leifur is the youngest entrepreneur on Stóri Kambur farm. He is seven years old. His grandfather gave him the first two chickens, then he sold cookies to tourists last summer to raise money for the rest. Now, he sells the eggs. They cost 500 kroner (or “one red note”) per dozen….

  • (Post 4 of 4) It’s time to hit the road, and we’ve got breakfast for the next couple of days. Thank you, Leifur, for these beautiful eggs. 450 kroner well spent. We are bound for the north side of this peninsula to meet Eyguló’s sister-in-law on a dairy farm. Follow us . . . the…