Our last days on Iceland were in Snaefelsnes and Stykkisholmur. Stykkisholmur is a fishing town where portions of the film “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty” was recently filmed.

It is an interesting little town, with a lighthouse atop a steep knoll, which overlooks the harbour, town and inlet. From here a ferry also departs to the West Fjords. Louise and I didn’t stay long in the town as we were keen to move onward to some of the geological oddities of the peninsula. One such oddity is the columnar basalt, which has formed in a giant wall like structure. Quite an amazing sight.

We were also able to catch some seals sunning themselves on some rocks. They always kept an eye on where we were and seemed quite curious. I would have loved a longer lens for this, the 200mm was not quite enough.

Also captured a few shots of a snipe and mystery bird which seems like it’s from sandpiper family.

Anyway, that’s all of my Iceland experience. Wish it was longer.

The West Fjord area of Iceland is one area that I would have loved to have spent more time in. My time in this area taught me a few things, Puffins are tasty, Arctic Foxes are adorable and Fjords are beautiful.

We stayed in Heydalur, where we met a group of motorcyclists who were touring around the country. Their stories of the eastern coast sounded amazing. It was a shame that Louise and I didn’t get the chance to go there. They were an interesting group, most of them were film guys, with some of the guys working at Industrial Light and Magic, and a token Aussie poker machine repairer. Really, salt-of-the-earth kind of people.

Anyway, had a few drinks with them, ate some amazing smoked puffin with blueberry sauce. Interesting fact, the puffin meat is black or dark grey (no it wasn’t burned). Went toward my room for the evening to find an Arctic fox pup. The pup (or is it a kit?) had its winter coat which was a grey colour, rather than the white which is often photographed. This particular fox had some white strands of fur intermingled among its coat, it may have been growing its winter coat or shedding it, hard to tell.

There are some shots here as well from the Snaefellsnes peninsula, and a couple of shots from the Witchcraft museum in Hólmavík. The museum really wasn’t my thing, but that’s ok, it was on the way to the accommodation anyway. There are a few shots of Oystercatchers (because they are adorable), flocks of Red Knots, some type of Cygnus, and a Ringed Plover.

There are also some shots of some sunsets and some interesting snow / ice textures that I found.

Most of the bird shots were taken with the Canon 70-200mm, probably a few shots with the 50mm ƒ1.8.

So Louise and I decide to visit Geysir and Gulfoss. Geysir, the name of the geyser that gives all geysers their names, and Gulfoss, the largest waterfall in Europe by water volume.

It is a rainy summers day, very very wet, spray from the geysers from the ground and spray from the waterfall, and of course the rain. We picked up a very wet French backpacker on the way to Geysir who was slowly moving around the island, he was a nice fellow.

Anyway, about 50 Km east of Reykjavik lies an area where there are a number of geysers, each of which erupt at different intervals. Watching the geysers erupt appears as though the earth is breathing water. Water pools in the “mouth”, slowly draining down, bubbles appear occasionally, water swells and subsides before a giant eruption of water fills the air, only to have the process repeat itself minutes later. Very cool. Apparently the “Geysir” geyser doesn’t have a usual eruption time like the others around it, rather erupts when more tectonic activity is present.

Further east of Geysir lies Gulfoss. Gulfoss is different than I expected, in that I was expecting one large cascade of water, rather what I found was a waterfall with multiple tiers, that could have each been a waterfall unto itself.

These places really were remarkable, if you have the time and don’t mind a reasonable amount of crowds, I whole heartedly suggest you visit either or both of these attractions.

Most of the shots were taken with either the canon nifty fifty, or my Tokina 11-16mm. Oh, and please excude the wonky horizons :)

It’s been almost a year since we holidayed in Iceland. It’s long overdue that I post our photos up.

We had an amazing time in Iceland, would definitely go back a week just wasn’t long enough.

These shots were from Reykjavik and along the southern coast. We happened across puffins when we weren’t expecting to, which was great!

There is some really interesting artwork in and around Reykjavik, particularly near Sigurjón Ólafsson Museum. The chicken photo is from a residence nearby, it was a very friendly chicken.

There are a few photos of the church Hallgrimskirkja, which is designed to resemble to colomnar basalt found around various regions of Iceland.

There are some shots of the city streets, and a few of a retreating glacier.

Most shots were shot with my biotar 58mm ƒ2, or a borrowed (thanks Sam) Canon EF70-200 ƒ4, a couple were shot with the plastic fantastic 50mm ƒ1.8

In the West-Midlands with Louise, touring around the countryside. Stopped into Ironbridge to look around, eat some pork pies and avoid the rain a little.

Ironbridge is the town that hosts the first bridge constructed of iron. In fact the whole area is said to be the “silicon valley” of its era.

The bridge itself is of interesting construction, some architect friends of mine suggested that the materials were new to the bridge builders as they have built the bridge in the manner you would build a wooden bridge (under compression). It turns out that iron is stronger under tension than compression.

This was a beautiful town, the cooling towers in the distance apparently belong to a coal, not nuclear power station (contrary to my assumption). There are poppies surrounding a war statue, memorialising the folk who served from that area.

I threw a picture of the cellar in the old Bulmer’s Cidery. And a picture of a mini for my mate, Sam.

Once again I used plastic fantastic 50mm ƒ1.8 for these shots.

Caerphilly castle is a remarkably well kept castle in Wales. It was a bit rainy on the day Louise and I went, however it was well worth the visit.

It is very picturesque and well worth a visit. The four statuettes represent the main figures in the history of the castle. It’s a story of trysts, betrayal, exile and revenge. Proper Hollywood stuff.

Once again all shots with the Tokina 11-16mm and the Canon 50mm ƒ1.4

A few shots from Dartmouth, an adorable little town in South-West England.

There is a train station in town that has never seen the arrival of a train. There is a ferry that can be caught to get into town, just after a railway crossing. Apparently all attempts to make a rail bridge into town have either gone bankrupt or been veto’d.

Also in this gallery are some rare shots over hedgerows, seriously, those things are tall!.. And a shot of some interesting thatching.




Here are some shots from a Tor in Dartmoor, filled with painted pink sheep, and Dartmoor Ponies. These photos do nothing to allude to the sense of scale with the Tors atop the… Tor… These rocks are massive.

Also included some shots of Hardy’s head, in the West Midlands, where some military ruins lay.

Once again, the 50mm ƒ1.8 came in handy. Great travelling lens.