A pattern had been forming where one day was relatively unremarkable followed by a day of excitement and wonder. Yesterday came across as one of those uneventful days so today should have been quite exciting. It was not, with rain and mist affecting the mood. Having said that, mist added an enigmatic and ethereal air to the landscape and proved an interesting photographic challenge.

Just as on day one when we were eased into our journey so it was on our last day here. Soothing scenes and a short journey back to Reykjavik ensured a leisurely pace to ease us out again.

Throughout our trip we had passed through towns, villages and farmhouses. However, it wasn’t until we reached the waterfall at Gullfoss, teeming with coach loads of tourists, that I came back to earth to once again acknowledge civilisation. Iceland is roughly the size of Scotland and Wales put together but with a population of only 300,000. During this off-peak season the majority of the time we had only ourselves and the amazing open landscape for company. Nearing the end of a long and sometimes arduous journey I was ready to relinquish the sensation of seclusion I had been harbouring.

The whole tour had been a mind-blowing experience. I think my only regret was that we never managed to see the aurora.