We arrived in the evening at this cottage near Lambafell, South Iceland in the pouring rain with a mud bath outside the front door. It rained most of the night and everytime I ventured outside for a look it was pitch black and no stars.

Early morning, I once more rolled out of bed, and as the rain had stopped, I took my camera gear with me for a scouting mission. I was quickly followed by Mark and Robin, and we trailed each other up the side of the nearby hill for a wee look. That wee look turned into a 1½hr traverse of its steep east flank, photographing as we went, climaxing in some fleeting good light, long shadows and a wonderful panoramic vista looking across the plane to the peaks of the neighbouring mountains. The anti-climax was heading back down with empty stomachs looking forward to breakfast.