Image copyright Graham Ellis and reproduced with permission of Well House Consultants
"I rounded corners to pass veils of geothermal steam rising straight out of hillsides, and sheep, meadows as green as Ireland, and sheep, natural black volcanic detritus thrown aside like broken asphalt, and even more sodden, obdurate-looking sheep."
My brother and his wife have just returned from their honeymoon, which, for reasons I'd rather not contemplate, they spent in Iceland. He informs me that the population of sheep outnumbers humans 2 to 1 on this amazing island that sits upon the biggest split in our world's crust. Makes you almost wonder if the Vikings were as fierce as legends say. Maybe they were --to the sheep at least.
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