Originally written on August, 17th 2008.
My father-in-law, Halli, always said there was no point in trying to fish in Heiðarvatn until it started getting dark at night. I don’t know if that is true, but I decided to fish from the middle of the day until dark one Saturday. My wife had other plans, as she intended to pick berries and make jam for the winter. Usually, we just pick around our cabin, and that suffices. This time, however, she wanted to visit a certain slope by Heiðarvatn where she knew it was possible to get blueberries after a summer when the weather was favorable for the berries. Therefore, she decided to come up to Heiðarvatn and bring our daughters and my mother along. She proved to be right that the berries were still growing on the slope, just as when she lived in this countryside.
I did not bother with berry picking because my plan was to get fish from the lake. The women picked what they needed and left me at the lake when they headed home. The fishing was decent, as when I came down from the heath, I had three trout in my backpack.
