I wonder if I’m just unlucky, or if everyone else has the same experience? 50% of the time I experience air travel delay. Arriving here I had two flights one flight was delayed. I qualify that it is 50%. Christopher travelling to Rome had two flights one flight was delayed which made him miss the next flight. Notify that is 50%. Is this normal?
I am just heading to the airport and caught a lovely photo of the cathedral lit up pink in honour of breast cancer survivors.
It’s been a busy week and I’m still not done processing at all. When I come back? I’d love to if I come into some money. When we were at the gift shop for the national Gallery, there was a postcard and mug that said on one side the weather is terrible and on the other side and it’s expensive too.
A full day including the national museum.
A warp weighted loom with a very good description of how to operate it
This fellow maybe Thor 
This alter front from the 16th century depicts the folds in cloth much better than the naked toes. I have to think seeing toes was rare…
A chasible ( garment worn by a priest for service) of gold and silver thread couched into a cut velvet from the 16th century I think.
This is silk on linen and an import since the oaks depicted don’t grow in Iceland.
The last event of the tour is a makers market. The market includes a coffee and snack bar run by the local women’s institute.
The snacks were delicious. There are also some lovely sweaters on display along with mittens. The story of the mitten book is a wonderful one. The author collected the mittens and identified the knitters and has four generations of women’s art on mittens in the book.
This one has a slot for you index finger shooting mitts?
It was a beautiful day for parts of yesterday and we had a free morning so I went for a longer walk. This time I managed to find the path up onto the table top overlooking the town. And the sun shone for a few glorious moments.
If success is measured in purchases - it was a success! So much luggage that it didn’t all fit in the bus hatches.
This is after the German husband on the trip achieved his glory by getting the vast majority of it in the hatches. Thank-goodness he was here and on the job!
These snails were creepy enough when they were just on the plants. Then I noticed they were all over their crushed cousins on the trail. Eewww!
