A postcard from Iceland (part one)

A postcard from Iceland (part one)

Maybe it’s the fact that I grew up in tropical climes, but to me there’s something about the magic of a proper bone-chilling, snowy winter in the far reaches of the northern hemisphere. As a child, pouring over pages of maps in my beloved atlas, these countries full of mountains and unpronounceable place names felt almost non-existent.  They were so different and alien to anything I’d seen or experienced.

When I met Adam I quickly learnt that he too had a soft spot for wild, rugged places with chilly, changeable weather.  It probably comes as no surprise then, that when Adam’s brother John and his partner Sally suggested we go on a week-long trip to Iceland that we jumped at the opportunity…

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