The main plan was to check if the house still existed. If the strong wind had blown it away or the mice had eaten it. Happily enough neither had happened. The first problem was to get in to the house since the door seemed to be totally stick fast but after some struggle we were able to open tod door. The door is actually brand new from last summer and my brother the door carpenter was with me.
First I didn’s see any sign of a mouse there but after couple of minutes I did actually find some shit from a mouse and hpfhphhh I did find the first dead one or rather what was left of it. Only a tiny piece of a dead one. I just throw it away. After some chocolate, one bear and some whiskey HK gave me we went to sleep in the house.
It was a great cold Icelandic night. While we were sitting outside I was wearing my wool underwear, one of my great thick woollen sweater with the greatest turtle neck you can imagine and a thick down coat (or should I say parka). Almost the same clothing while sleeping. Well actually not wearing the coat but as a substitute there came the sleeping bag for -30°C or something. The heavy woollen sweater was used as a pillow.
And there came a morning. A great one. The photo above is from that morning. Great one so extremely beautiful. It was just eight something in the morning. I had to go outside and pie. The moon was there and the star Venus and the mountain Burfell and just me. Soon enough my camera joined us and I did the above photo with the aid of my tripod.
Later in the morning or in the lunch time (actually I just went to sleep again and we both was sleeping to 11 something in the daytime) we did find the second mouse. A big one, not eaten but totally dead. It was something like this one:
... well actually it was some days ago to be precise!
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