On leaving Reykjavik the landscape is somewhat barren and the mention of sheep farming in the literature seems an unlikely land use.
A closer view does not reveal more conducive prospects on this volcanic lava flow. It will be days later before something more promising.
However the scenery along the coast does explain the emphasis on continuing development of tourism.
The first sight of paddocks. Small pockets of soil sown to pasture for what appears to largely be for the production of winter feed in the form of "balage".
The Icelandic horse. It did not take long for us to see these and most farm properties had a herd of these nearby but very few other livestock.
A local out riding near the south coast...
...with view to the Atlantic ocean that was...
... sufficient to take the cares of the world away as well as any warmth left in the body.
Nearby was an opportunity to meditate and reflect on life. No-one here to disturb a quiet time, the nearest house was more than 1 km away. A very tidy and well kept church of which we were to see many more, usually on their own, with just the graves for company.
These miniature turf roofed buildings were close by to the left of the picture above.
The site appears to be often visited with WC (toilets) built into an earth mound nearby, well maintained, with electric lights and heating.
A noticeboard at the parking area by the church above describes the Selvogur district; "...in former times there was a populous community of farmers in Selvogur which also owned fishing vessels... ...ruins of houses and field walls can be seen."
We make our way back to Reykjavik along the Ring Road, Highway 1.