As the longest day of the year approached and I found myself in Iceland, I hoped I’d be lucky enough to see the sun hug the horizon for a mere 2 hours before rising back up.
The fairies and trolls must have been listening because I got what I wished for and a whole lot more.
With my tent set up just metres from the incredibly still ocean, nestled between high rising mountains, I lay down with my head poking out just enough to witness this:
Birds danced on the horizon and not a breath of wind could be felt. Occasionally the heat from a natural (boiling) hot water source nearby, which fed straight into the sea, wafted over me and warmed the air. The rising steam added an eerie feel to the night.
I don’t know what time it was that I finally drifted off but I do know that moment will stay with me forever, as will the location of that perfect spot.