Iceland, Defrosted?

This is the story of one Englishman’s obsession with a half-frozen, roughly duck-shaped island in the cold north Atlantic. That Englishman is me. That duck-shaped island is Iceland. It’s an obsession that started with hearing Sigur rós in a record shop, and one that shows no sign of abatement.

Welcome to my blog. It’s going to be less of a blog, and more about stuff that relates to the book that I’ve written, so that it can all be seen in one handy place. Can I still call it a blog? yeah, probably.

Anyway, have a click around and see if you like it. Its probably best viewed whilst drinking strong black coffee whilst a gale howls outside.