People have asked me what was the best part of my holiday, and I tell them it was the landscape. Wherever I went it always fascinated me to see how the shape of the land changed, and how the ways that land is made are laid bare.
A very clear example of this was our first stop on today’s long day trip. Winding through the wilderness towards the south coast, we took a left turn onto a rocky track which led towards Sólheimajökull glacier. We approached the huge expanse of ice, or at least one edge of it, which was making its way invisibly slowly down from the mountain. At its closest edge it was melting, again invisibly slowly, and small icebergs floated on the resultant river. The river itself then dawdled across a near-flat plain towards the sea some miles away and perhaps a few feet lower. It was…
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