My place, Hesteyri

My place, Hesteyri

My place, Hesteyri

Albertína Elíasdóttir tells about Hesteyri, in the Hornstrandir Nature Reserve:

I am fortunate enough to have had many wonderful times at Hesteyri, Jökulfjörður. As many people know, an old uninhabited village is located there, which was abandoned in 1952. ­The old houses that remain are being used as retreats by the former inhabitants’ descendants, particularly during summer. I have visited Hesteyri nearly every year since I was born and savored time there with my grandparents, parents and other family members. The older I get, the more frequently I visit this special place on my own ­often entirely alone no one else around save for the birds and foxes and perhaps the odd mouse.

In our house we have a loft to sleep in and a trapdoor in the floor. During those stays on my own in the house, I have experienced more than once or twice, someone walking up the stairs lifting the trapdoor and having a peak. Only to have it shut back and I’ll hear footsteps on the way down again. I will admit this has scared me a bit, although the feeling is not terrifying, more like someone watching over me. I like to think that my great grandparents are checking in to make sure I blew out the candle and the like. When I experience something like this I have always found it helpful to recite a preface from the folk tales of Jón Árnason, used to invite elves to one’s house on New Year’s Eve: “Come those who wish, stay those who wish, go those who wish, harmless to me and mine.”

Story courtesy of Skóbúðin - Museum Mundane