At this time of year, with St Patrick's Day on the horizon, my thoughts naturally turn to Iceland.  No, I haven't gone dyslexic. What I mean to say is, five years ago today, I set out on a journey of discovery, and the first stop was Keflavik.

After de-planing, I made my way to a spa,  undressed and immersed myself in  warm water, surrounded by ( Read more... )

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Their economy may be in the toilet, but Iceland still knows how to build a great bridge.


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