Sweaters

In this internet cafe one may drink Rooibosch, yay. Plus it's warmer than effing freezing in here and a flamingo hangs from a light fitting with tinsel round its jolly pink neck.

In Reykjavik thick hand knitted sweaters with a diamond pattern encircling the neck are all the rage, and I realise I have always wanted one.

At Heathrow, I saw Robert Kilroy Silk.

We have got a car from tomorrow and are going to drive around the island.

The snow boots are working out beautifully, despite presently there being no snow.

Also, it is beautiful and unspoilt here, and Reykjavik feels a little provincial (this is not bad though). It has the feeling of being a remote outpost in the Atlantic ocean. Wonder why that could be?