Berry Blue


Berry Blue

Iceland Review goes berry picking in Öxarfjörður, North Iceland, shaking off the blues of a rainy summer in the capital.

Published in the 2013 October-December issue of Iceland Review – IR 05.13. By Eygló Svala Arnarsdóttir. Photos by Páll Stefánsson.


I dropped to my knees in sheer joy. And here I’d thought I wouldn’t get the chance to pick any wild berries this year! The rainy summer in South and West Iceland had resulted in an extremely poor harvest. Meanwhile, in North and East Iceland, it had been exceptionally warm and sunny, leading to a remarkable berry season.

One sunshiny day in late August, I felt lucky to find myself in a bright green birch forest in Öxarfjörður, while on a brief visit to North Iceland. All around me were plump and juicy bilberries, known as aðalbláber, or ‘prime blueberries,’ in Icelandic.

The heather was filled with them, it was more blue than green, in fact. Armed with a berry picker, I was determined to make the most of the one-and-a-half hours I had left in the region, and triumphantly managed to fill the two two-liter containers I had brought.

You can read the remainder of this article in the October-December issue of Iceland Review – IR 05.13.

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