Day three saw us drive round to the far side of Iceland through the eastern coastal fjords. Much of the day was grey with only intermittent glimpses of blue peeking through clouds threatening to burst but never doing so.

Throughout, the landscape seemed sparse and barren with long stretches of straight empty road reinforcing the sense of solitude and isolation I had started to feel yesterday. Nick had burnt a CD to play in the car that had Sigur Rós’s Takk album on. The atmospheric harmonies was the perfect soundtrack and one could instantly tell that their music was heavily inspired by their native land.

Driving through miles upon miles of similar terrain meant there was a certain languid monotony about the day. However, both Jeff and Nick had the good sense to swap their wide-angle lens for some macro and telephoto opportunities that arose. Being the only non-driver of the group, I was content to enjoy the ride to soak in the scenery and music, letting any creative juices flow through my mind rather than my camera. It was almost hypnotic.

I only really woke up, in the visual sense, as we started to leave the coast and drive up a snow covered mountain. The view from the top looking down into the valley was breathtaking. Snowball throwing aside, we took a quality moment to enjoy the panorama.

Toward the end of the day we reached another waterfall at Hengifoss. It was a fair steep climb and we were rapidly losing light so we had to make haste. Alas my lungs packed-in halfway up, the path was starting to get narrow and precipitous and there was a high wind blowing. Only Jeff made it to the top. Whilst waiting for him to return, I sat there alone to watch the sun set and contemplate the vast open land below.