And guess what? It was cold... cold enough to make the idea of whale watching from the deck of a wave-tossed trawler a tad less inviting than the warmth of Reykjavik‘s bars. The beard count here was higher than Shoreditch and the characters as colourful as the corrugated iron architecture that abounds. Plenty of scope, therefore, for a chilly photographer...
Mascot’s gone to Iceland
in Photography, Design
