Twelve hours after I woke up this morning (4 am) and 11 hours after I left the front door of Funafold 13, I walked into my own back door to be greeted enthusiastically by Pepper. After an hour sitting on the tarmac at Keflavik, we made good progress to Heathrow, flying low in over central London a little before 12:30. I continued with my journey and made good time to Oxford, only to be reminded on the last leg of the journey why it is public transport is so unpopular in this country, and how much I already miss Iceland’s excellent bus system.

My serialisation of the Travelogues will commence shortly (in 10 chapters) … in the meantime, here’s a wee poll for you?