The land of fire and ice, like many northern countries with wrap-up-warm climates, has been on the ‘to do’ list since I was a kid. In 2013, Chloe and I were in desperate need of a break and we managed to pick up cheap flights to Keflavik and spent a week in Iceland.

I was hoping to fulfil a childhood dream of seeing the Northern Lights. I did plenty of reading and October was suggested as a good time to go. For most of the trip, we stayed in rural North Iceland (and therefore no light pollution). Regrettably, with all the clear nights we had, we didn’t see the Aurora Borealis.

The last few days were in Reykjavik – a peculiar and equally charming city. Covered in graffiti, and yet I didn’t see one piece of litter.

We did so much and yet we only scratched the surface. It’s vast and very expensive, but I know this won’t be my last trip to Iceland.

Take a read of my journal entries from Iceland, and check out the photos, maps and sounds that I’ve recorded and compiled!