Now this was the kind of wild nightlife I had come looking for in Iceland – puffins congregating on the water below the small cliffs of Flatey, arctic terns continued to patrol the skies and……….it was still light. Okay the sun had fallen behind the horizon, but at that point it seemed it was not to lower further.
A check of the watch told me it was well past my bed-time, so with that I got up, brushed myself down and wandered back to the only hotel on the island.
Ok we weren’t in the land of the midnight sun, but not far off it. While that sounds quite magical, the thought of a winter’s day without the sun actually rising doesn’t sound quite so appealing.
Thought I’d done the Flatey photos, but there is clearly so much to the little island.