Iceland.

Beautiful, cold, tranquil, remote, out of this world, other planet style majestic wonderland. Can't stop staring. 

First day Blue Lagoon relaxing amongst rocky outcrops straight from Mars. Braving the cold and admiring the beauty, stretching for miles amongst the diverse and unbelievable scenery. 

The scarcity of people is baffling and coming from London, unsettling. 

Cannot wait for the other-world ness of the next few days.

This almost untouched country is raw and breathtaking. 

Resting weary eyes from over excited, eager vision early, though hours after the arresting colours of a 'must be seen with the naked eye to believe' sun set. 

We are definitely not in an English frozen food store.*

*search Iceland UK if confused...

Monument.

Climbing 331 steps to commemorate a fiery devastation. 

221m high, the exact length from Monument where the fire itself began on Pudding Lane. 

Shameless selfies with nothing but wire barriers and stunning panoramas of beauty. 

Views from above will never get old. 

This is the centre of the world, isn't it? 

Monument.

Climbing 331 steps to commemorate a fiery devastation. 

221m high, the exact length from Monument where the fire itself began on Pudding Lane. 

Shameless selfies with nothing but wire barriers and stunning panoramas of beauty. 

Views from above will never get old. 

This is the centre of the world, isn't it? 

I didn't think it would be this hard...

Cosy Sundaze.

When human cramming boasts its benefits. Going to miss this!! 

Going Up, Slowing Down.

Flying out of a manic Euston station on Friday night for a weekend escape north. 

Watching the sun set and the pace slow as we made our way to a chilled down Bolton, a welcome relief from inner city London. 

A weekend packed with activities as we laughed ourselves silly, reuniting over cake, giggles, ciders and the All Blacks. 

Cross crossing our way through Manchester and Liverpool, catching up with old friends and meeting new; and learning that not everyone lives in shoeboxes packed with people of varying accents, jobs and cleaning abilities. 

Riding home exhausted, amazed, enlightened and hungry; with too many words in my head and not enough time on my hands, these pictures will have to suffice. 

Early Bird Catches The Worm.

Only a limited number of these beautiful London sunrises left. 

Live in the moment.