Your night, stop by stop
Print something together
We book a slot at a printmaking studio and pull a print each. Ink on hands, something to take home that we made.
Kjötsúpa at the pier
We warm up over bowls of lamb soup at the old harbour, the kind with endless refills and steamed-up windows.
Grótta at dusk
We drive out to the lighthouse at the edge of the peninsula and walk the causeway while the light goes pink over the bay.