The Xong family are in Iceland for the Easter holidays. Xui has tickets for the ALDREI FOR EG SUDUR Rock Festival (transl. I Never Went South), which is taking place this weekend.
Roland Poland is down at the harbour, having made the acquaintance of two sailors, when he overhears one say to the other. "Time we went to the Gig".
He writes to his half-brother Malcolm, in Carlisle.
Hi Malcolm,
I should be at a rock concert but I am on a supply ship in the North Sea.
I got confused by the sailors' foreign accent and instead of a GIG, I am on my way
to an OIL RIG instead.
It's disappointing but from the deck of the ship I can see the laser lights in the sky.
RP
Here is the page I made in his travel book.
I have incorporated his rock festival ticket, the flag, dog sled and the lovely knitted textiles made with Icelandic wool. The wonderful Icelandic horses performing the unique tolt pace (the one on the right looks very like my Fell Pony Finn) and a typical Icelandic church. I found it very interesting whilst researching this country that the architecture is very similar to the north east of Scotland where I live (Moray Firth) and the church is actually one that overlooks Macduff harbour, just along the coast from my house. It would not look out of place in Iceland at all.
My postcard is coloured with PanPastels, copic markers and white gel pen.
Thanks for all your lovely comments and I look forward to visiting you all over the coming week.
