The plane begins it’s descent into Keflavik airport and I start to get a clearer view of the strange landscape below. Volcanic rocks form pointy mounds from the greeny yellow flat lands of the lava field
It’s been an unusual day, the kind that you just need to go with and let unfold in front of you. It started with a visit to a pensioners lunch club in Swanscombe on the edge of the Thames near Dartford, followed by a trip to the House of Lords for Afternoon Tea and topped off by an invite to sit in with one of the announcers on Radio 4 whilst they read the late night Shipping Forecast, a rare treat which I gratefully accepted
Heading back, the sky becomes a perfect light show of emerging colours and shapes, the whispy clouds taking the hues of the setting sun. A pink haze grows above the water and brings our the turquoise green of the briny foreground. A gentle gradient washes up to the blue sky which is punctured by the bright white speck of the moon. It’s a beautiful experience and grows in intensity until the surface of the water takes on a fiery orangey red set against the silhouette of houses poking up over the cliffs. It sit and drift in it for a while bobbing around, immersed in the spectacle.