Iceland is cold, desolate, and largely treeless, covered in lava rocks and blackness.
We saw a geyser (humans shown for scale).
And a waterfall.
But my favourite thing was the lava fields covered in moss.
Your feet sink in like a shag carpet. Mine at confusing angles.
Barry was less keen on this post-Armageddon style landscape at first.
Speaking of desolate, it was 12C and chilly in mid-summer.
We kept warm near the geothermal activity.
But even that is a big haunty-creepy.