Iceland

Cobalt beaches, little birds out of breath, water falling everywhere, diamonds in the sea, rotting blubber, wallet crippling food and drink, fearsome volcanoes, weird flora, other world landscapes, named after a supermarket, hissing mud, strange clouds, hot rocks and shooting geysers – it can only mean one place, Iceland.

Icelanders, a lovely lot, speak English as a second language, always helpful for us single tongued Brits. This is my photographic record of touring the land of fire and ice in 2012. I retired my two cameras after this trip, one can only take so much disappointment.