This is all part of my research of current university studies.
The image above is from my trip to Iceland.
Here is the history and the directions to the place where the story of Kolbeinn and the Devil took place. This story is the first of my chosen books to illustrate for my Third Year Illustration work. Originally I was to do 5, but due to the time & deadlines I have been told to do 2 and do the others over the summer period. This book opened up my eyes to Icelands constant changing landscape, it made me want to travel there even more and go see it all for myself. This book has helped a huge amount with my studies in Illustration.
From the book: A Travellers Guide to Icelandic Folk Tales: Jon R.Hjalmarsson
Created in 2000 & translated by Anna Yates in 2002
Forlagid – Reykjavik – 2006.
“Gods and Demons
Kolbeinn and the Devil at Pufubjarg
The Ring Road continues northward, crossing the Borgarfjordur bridge. Shorlty beyond the town of Borgarnes, the road to Olafsvik branches off to the left and soon passes Borg a Myrum, settled in the ninth century by Skalla-Grimur, and later the home of his son Egill, the warrior-poet and hero of Egil’s saga. The route through the Myrar district runs across lowlands, while mountains such as Kolbeinsstadafjall and Fargarskogarfjall rise to the right. The road then passes through the Hnappadalur valley, where the Eldborg volcanic crater lies to the left. To the right is Gerduberg, a picturesque formation of columnar basalt. Nearby are the church site of Raudamelur and Raudukulur, a cluster of unusual cinder craters. The mountain landscape is constantly changing. Soon the peak of Skyrtunna (Curd Barrel) comesinto view on the right.
The road running west along the south coast of the Snaefellsnes peninsula is one of Iceland’s most spectacular routes. Below the rhyolite peak of Maelifell, east of Axlarhyna, there is a crossroads. To the right is the road onto Frodarheidi, which leads east of the Snaefellsjokull glacier and down to the village of Olafsvik: to the left is the turn-off for Budir, a delightful spot that was once a trading centre. The road straight ahead leads onward around the end of the peninsula, passng Oxl, where the infamous Axlar-Bjorn (Bjorn of Oxl) robbed and murdered travellers in the 16th century, and on to Breidavik. West of this is the fishing village of Arnarstapi, or simply Stapi, below Stapafell. The shore aat Arnarstapi abounds in bizzare formations of columnar basalt, caves and fissures. A little farther west is the famed Gatklettur, where the sea has eroded a hole through the cliff. Arnarstapi is a popular tourist destinaation, offering accomodation, a campsite and a resteraunt.
A little farther west is Hellnar, a hamlet by the sea. Here too, strange rock formations may be seen on the shore, including a cave known as Badstofan (the badstofa was the communal living/sleeping room in a traditional turf farmhouse). Above the village is Laugarbrekka, the birthplace of Gudridur Porbjarnardottir, who with her husban Porfinnur karlsefni attempted to settle in Vinland (North America) in the early 11th century. Their son, Snorri Porfinnsson, who was born in America, went on to become a prosperous farmer at Glaumbaer in North Iceland.
The Snaefellsjokull glacier dominates this area, reaching a height of 1,446 m, and the region is known as Undir jokli (Under the Glacier). The slopes and lowlands around the glacier are largely formed of lava, with little vegitation, but the landscape has a mystical beauty. Slightly west of the abandoned farm of Dagberdara is Malarrif, with a light house at the outermost point. On the shore east of Malarrif are the Londrangar, rock pillars rising out of the sea, the tallest 75 m high. In times past, egg-gatherers used to climb the pillars in search of seabirds’ eggs.
East of Londrangar is a small headland called Svalpufa. Grass grows in the upper reaches, while a vertical cliff called Pufubjarg rises rom the shore, where the pounding of the waves has eroded caves and hollows in the cliff face. Bird life is abundant here, and the roaring of the sea mixes with the chattering of the birds in a natural symphony. From here it is just a short walk to Svalpufa, which is a good spot for appreciating the natural wonders east of Malarrif – and for recounting the folktale of Kolbeinn, known as the “glacier-poet”, and the Devil, who sat together on the cliff edge one night, exchanging versus….”