Landing at Reykjavik, a domestic flight (right) took us up to Akureyri, Iceland’s remotest airport. Jumping in a truck we headed further north into the back o’ beyond, a desolate place with no street lights, villages or public services of any kind, Just shy of the Arctic Circle, our destination was a distant stream thought to contain a population of sea run Arctic Char.
…Even at the height of summer, snow still lingers on surrounding peaks…
Having scurried across the tundra…time to draw breath and assess our situation…Summer snowmelt had kept levels high and although icy to the touch, thankfully water clarity remained unaffected
