Iceland

This is a stub. One day I'll get around to finishing it.
In fact this trip ti Iceland was a year ago! We're going back tomorrow!

Ok, quite a big pause between visiting Iceland and getting to write it up here. I've had a lot on.
I know I'm not alone in having always been intrigued by the idea of visiting Iceland. In my case I can trace this to about 1989 when my then girlfriend went on an expedition for her Duke of Edinburgh award. I helped her train a bit - mostly by hiking round the surrey hills with her to get her.
Anyway - fast forward 24 years and I get the opportunity to go there with Mrs G. Only when we thought about it did I realise that it was a place I really wanted to see. I wouldn't go as far as to say it would lay a ghost to rest but maybe I was jealous of that old girlfriend's trip more than I realised at the time.
We actually went to attend Iceland Noir - their first English language celebration of crime fiction, and even the build up was interesting, as we were invited to the Icelandic Embassy in London for a drinks reception.

The first night we met up with Sarah Ward of in a Reykjavik bar. As always at these events, knowing someone who knows someone else makes the whole thing more special, both Quentin Bates and Ann Cleeves joined us at our table.