Bilberries, choirs and rotten shark
Friday, August 27th, 2010The rain in Spain stays mostly on the plain, but the wind in Iceland gets everywhere. It is voracious: after creeping through vents in your coat, it chomps its way through your sweater and then freezes your marrow.
That’s the summer version, presumably the winter wind is more merciless. I learned quite quickly what a Southern [...]



