n The Dairy Mail - The pagan farmers - : both sides buttered

Volume 22, Issue 6
  • ISSN : 1561-4301


We hopped into his jeep and he hit the accelerator as we burst through the Icelandic snow. He stopped outside the horse pasture. I pointed to a foundation built out of stones and turf. It was oblong and the size of a small room. "What's that going to be," I asked, even though I knew the answer. "A temple," he said.

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