There was an unusual melancholy hanging over Lou Messugo a couple of weeks ago upon our return from Iceland. Whether it was owing to exceptional circumstances in the gîte - guests and their personal dramas that we became involved with - or the displaced feeling of returning home after a house swap and finding little things different, or just regular post holiday blues, I know I came home to a rude bump. I felt I didn't get time to absorb, assimilate and indulge in my holiday memories. I felt short-changed.
Iceland touched me profoundly. I found myself missing the long white nights and feeling desperately, unreasonably jealous of Icelandic friends posting pictures on social media of sunny weather when we had almost none and I know I have to go back. It's not just about the weather - we never expected it to be good for the whole two weeks, nobody goes to Iceland for the weather - but somehow this just aded to my longing to be back in this raw and vibrant land.