I’m edging step by tentative step towards returning my characters to Reykjavik. You how it is when you are into the last few pages of a novel and how if you just keep reading a bit longer you’ll get to the end and you can read the next novel that’s waiting for you on your bookshelf and you really want to read that, but at the same time you don’t want the current story to end as you are really enjoying it.

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Two military helecopters have just flown past overhead. I head the noise. I looked up out the study windows here, and they were there – literally, and I’m not kidding – flying with only a few feet to spare between the top of that the surrounding the garden. I think there’s a phone number somewhere for reporting this kind of behaviour to the MoD … and it was irresponsible behaviour – it sent the horses up the field wild. Bloody b**stard military .. boys with bloody toys…