9:45 PM London, on the last day of September in 2009, was pretty forgettable. By the time we flew away, the sun had failed to break through the clouds, but nor had any rain. It was just grey and dull, nothing more. It wasn’t particularly cold, but nor was it the kind of weather that got men of a certain age wearing Hawaiian shirts and sandals. The three hour flight to Iceland gradually saw these clouds fade away to be replaced by bright sunshine by the time the Atlantic Ocean had made way for the southern coast of Iceland’s Reykjanes peninsula. The majority of our preparations for Iceland had revolved around the assumption that it was going to be pretty cold, with it being just below the Arctic Circle and with us going outside of Iceland’s ... read more