I flew from Reykjavik to Egilsstaðir to meet Mum and Dad as they drive anti-clockwise around the ring road. The weather was terrible. Here we are on the road to Seyðisfjörður in the far east, above the clouds and looking down on the heavy rain. The runway at Egilsstaðir is just in sight.
The flight was a story in itself. Imagine flying in the 70s: relaxed, fast, no bureaucracy, no security. It almost made me enjoy flying.