Gásir, a prominent medieval trading center situated within the Eyjafjörður fjord of Iceland, once served as a bustling marketplace against the dramatic backdrop of the coastal landscape.

the sorm arrived. erased colour from the world, I wake up at the myvatyn lake side where all black lava formations are covered by the snow, a black and white landscape.

I race up the hills to catch one last glimpse of the colours from above, my boots kicking up a confetti of leaves in every shade of red, orange, and yellow.

In the realm of fairies, there is a world of hue, where the passage of time is only counted by how deep purple your tongue has turned.

A crisp winter hike through Iceland's forgotten valley, where rivers run wild, snow blankets the ground, and abandoned towns whisper tales of the past.

We check the map on my phone and see that the lake, and now we, are in the exact centre of the Tröll Peninsula.

The Icelandic word for "memento" is "minnisvarði", which literally translates as "memory guardian".

Today's hike was a journey to the clouds, a dance with the elements, and a feast for the senses.

I thought about the name of this place, the Troll Peninsula. Are there elves to be found here, I wondered?

Moved into my snug wooden cabin on the edge of the icy fjord on the mystical Troll Peninsula in the remote north of Iceland.