Our last two legs of our trip were through the foothills of Iceland and then a quick stopover in Copenhagen- where among other things Nori, my husband and I accidentally crashed the World Santa Clause Convention.
Last week, we touched down in the fantastical land of Iceland. By this, I mean we flew into the summer of no sunsets, through layers of clouds to touch upon this green island with steaming geysirs and powdery green slopes filled with purple, yellow and blue flowers.
Over the last few days I’ve been frantically wrapping up things in London before I headed to Iceland. I managed to find a few moments to take Nori for a walk and head to Big Ben, the challenge put to me by Olive. First up, there was a tube strike, so I walked from the British Museum down to the river, past Covent Garden. Seriously, the city plays like a Monopoly board.
I had a bit of down time, and finally managed to brave the crowds of London to take Nori out for a bit. First off, we visited Harrods, which was just oozing in luxury and money. I made my way through the floors until, exhausted, I managed to find a tea room which sold cakes and tea in beautiful Wedgewood crockery. I then tried my best to give myself diabetes, by consuming a cake on my own.
Today is a massive heatwave (for London) and I’m hiding in my dark basement in the cool as apparently, the news says the roads are going to melt. To take advantage of that I’ve done some housekeeping and finally managed to process my first few shots of Nori.
I feel like time has really escaped from me this week! A huge job came in and it’s been all hands on deck, and I’m leaving on Wednesday for London (had to be pushed forward, thought it was going to be Friday!). After that, we’re heading to Iceland. My husband has told me I’m allowed to bring one dolly with me on my trip to photograph, on the proviso he pick her. So he picked Nori, because she’s obviously his favourite by miles.
A very special girl came to live with me this week.