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Iceland Mountain Queen Surreal Photo Evidence?

Dedicated to the Grid and Walk-On Girls: always Formula 1 podium placers and Darts 180 bullseyes, and welcome at AAW (Adult Angelic Waifs).

I meant to write ‘bye ‘bye to Borgarnes in this blogpost, but looks like it’s turned into a goodbye Grid Girls instead!

I only became aware… (not a-were… that happened a long time ago…
and I’ve never looked back…
was looking for a pack…
until I found a greenYgrey rucksack!)… sorry for that mistYmuse poetic interlude, I was trying to write that I only found out about the Lady of the Mountain of Icelandic folklore this week.

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I didn’t know about the Lady when I fell in love with Mount Hafnarfjall, between Reykjavik and Borgarnes, after spending the day with it; and was thinking that the reflective silhouette and wispy cloud shown in my photos could be interpreted as traditionally feminine features in a totally lovely way, complementing the hard as rock foundation, which is needed for all women apart from those who live sheltered lives – such as shown in The Grandmaster movie.

Maybe she was happy with me because I took a photo of her raven companion in the sunny glow of east Reykjavik, which I just noticed was the last photo before seeing what I think are Northern Lights ribbons near a rainbow:

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I just read the info on the above linked Mount Hafnarfjall site, and saw that most of the mountain is basalt, but the crag, which I guess is the one I thought looked like a shark or cetacean’s dorsal fin, is made of granofyr, which has a bit of a greenYgrey resemblance ring to it (gr-n–yr)! Here’s a last collection of photos showing AAWsome Hafnarfjall:

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Toff at the Top: Outdoors My Only Escape Beyond Human Reality

Congratulations to my Chav and Toff parody comedy creation by me, inspired by Chas and Dave, who are playing at the Ramblin’ Man festival this summer; a festival relevant for the Greenygrey, which started off with a rambling theme. Have I resurrected C&D’s  career, as it’s the first time I’ve heard of them for a while; maybe I’m just out of touch? Yes, my C&T partner Georgia ‘Toff’ Toffola is the new Sunday Times fashion correspondent. There’s no such luck for the me, the chav half of my wholly created by myself parody comedy double-act, I’m afraid… despite being a PhD graduate!

Serious Social Commentary Not Relevant

Toff is working in fashion rather than politics or social commentary, so I know that a comparison with my qualifications isn’t relevant, even if I wanted to moan, which I don’t. I’m very happy for Toff, sincerely.

Moreover, she’s cited as following old favourite Tara Palmer-Tomkinson in providing an irreverent cynicism-free wry look at fashion to give readers a ‘weekly dose of sunshine’, for which I think she’s well qualified.

I’ve tried to mix humour with social commentary during the greenYgrey years, as well as creating new mental health helping concepts, such as PinkyOrangePurple POP and the mistYmuse.

However, partly from my background, and partly because I studied it in further education, and maybe because that’s the way my mind works, I still feel the need to provide some political and social commentary… even though I’d rather escape it and its repercussions most of the time.

The only time I can really escape those feelings is when I’m Beyond Humanity, such as travelling and being in the wild outdoors. I used to mentally escape beyond the Event Horizon of my mind (bringing space terminology into neurology is another concept of mine) but try to steer clear now.

Borgarfjordur Beyond Bonus

One morning in Borgarnes, Iceland on my recent trip I only went out to shop at the Bonus supermarket, but the pinky twilight kept me going across the bridge, and then I continued down the beach, and the next thing it was the sunset twilight; there’s only about seven hours between them at the moment.

It felt like a magically free day and the light matched it. Here it created a reflective silhouette at the top of Mount Hafnarfjall (hafnar means harbour and fjall is mountain in Icelandic) at the end of the beach. The mountain’s jutting ridge reminds me of a shark’s dorsal fin.

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