On the ridge above Husdalur. Too cold to sit and enjoy the ashy view with my beer, so I kept on truckin'.
I stopped to eye the lamb meat. "Yeah, but it was too windy on the ridge, so I walked through the woods to Langidalur."
"So, you didn't fall in or get lost." He's keeping his cards close to his chest.
"No, I like to walk. I usually turn up."
He eyes me, then says, "Well, go get a plate and get some lamb."
I strolled into the kitchen/common room and everybody in our riding group said practically at once, "Where were you?! You're alive!" Uh, yeah.
"Any potatoes left?"