Adventure in Iceland: following the lights

‘How long do your hands have to be this cold, before you get frostbite and they fall off?’ Night had fallen on a glacial February day, 493km into our journey north from Reykjavik by car. 1km to go and we were tantalisingly close to our X on the map, our remote Airbnb farmhouse in Ã–xnadalur, northernContinue reading “Adventure in Iceland: following the lights”