I was just watching a show on the fishing business in Iceland. I thought the north Atlantic was rough in this part of the world, but, MAN! from dead calm to 90 knots of wind in a matter of minutes? There was no time to prepare. No wonder they drink something called "Black Death" (Brenivin).
Skarpi, I have a question. If only 15% of the population there is in the fishing business, what do the rest of you do?