Katla is a volcano in Iceland. It sits under a glacier: Katlajökull. It’s right next to Eyjafjallajökull and there’s a pretty strong consensus that it’s “due a big one”. So yeah, enjoy that.
BUT, today I’m talking about stories. And Katla’s folklore is too good to ignore.
Visit Klaustur has a great rendition of the tale that almost exactly matches the version that I read on a tourist information board during my visit earlier this year.
As folktales go, it’s a real bingo winner. We’ve got:
– a witch
– magical clothing
Anyone still hoping to cross off their square of “family feud” may have to wait til we move on to the Sagas…
I love the really specific folklore. None of this “Why are we here? Who made us? WTF is up with that half of the year where nothing grows?”
No, this story is literally, “gosh, that volcanic eruption sure did cause a devastating flood!”, “know who I blame? Katla. Nobody’s seen her since, and we all suspected it was her what done in Barði anyway. Reckon she sent a flood to cover her tracks and got away in those magical breeches of hers.” “Yeah, makes sense, that does. What a hag.”