Dreaming Iceland
Here’s one of the wee pieces I wrote for the Postcards from Iceland exhibition currently on at the Yellow Door in Dumfries: Dreaming Iceland For nearly 50 years, Iceland has been my secret travel obsession. I first saw it in 1968 from a very noisy Icelandair propeller plane (ear plugs kindly provided by the stewards as we boarded in Prestwick) as we prepared to land at Keflavik. Well, ‘saw’ is a stretch: there was a blizzard; it was nearly Christmas and I…

