A heavy snow storm the evening before, made for a beautiful day, with the fluffy powder snow, coating everything in sight. My entertaining friend Sam and I went exploring and played with my camera gear. The light was flat and dull, but the stillness of the day meant the fluffy powder snow delicately balanced along even the finest of plant stems. We visited the tiny cemetery, where it’s the done thing to have a glowing cross with each grave. Despite the minus degrees, with no wind, it was warm enough for Sam to practice modelling…
With my in-house shrinks departure looming over us and so much snow about, my Freudian friend and I decided to build a snowman…. apologies to those offended…. but he took on an interesting form… I was in charge of his head- which took on a Shrek like look…. Sam was in charge of other things…. now is a good time to mention one of Iceland’s most famous museums….The Icelandic Phallological Museum– which contains a collection of phallic specimens belonging to all the various types of mammals found Iceland… needless to say Sam drew inspiration from his visit here.
The morning after our creative endeavours with snow, and an evening spent with Sam enjoying the taste of pickled sheeps testicles… (still stuck on the genitals theme I fear) with a liberal dousing of chilli sauce, Sam and I headed to Reykjavik. I was dropping Sam off ready to head home… a sad time, as he had proven an excellent personal trainer, distraction and super company. Sam had been busy working on a novel which I was lucky enough to have a sneak peek of- I look forward to reading the finished book!!!!
After abandoning my new friend I was then having a romantic dinner at Iceland’s top Restaurant, Dill, with my handsome Viking, the food was phenomenal, we did the Degustation -which included everything on the menu below. Each dish was a work of art and absolutely delicious… and I did not take one gratuitous food shot… I was too enchanted by the dishes and wonderful company.
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