Siglufjordur.

Is my new favourite 'secret' place in Iceland.

It's on the Northern-most tip. Siglufjordur residents would say 'let's go south to Akureyri'. Not many people would utter such a sentence.

Anyhow, Siglufjordur reminds me of Jasper, but on the edge of the ocean. The salt wafts over everything, but, to borrow a phrase from Paris, time feels soft there.

This is at the edge of Iceland.

We went to a newly-constructed pool in a village called Hofsos. It's a pretty great pool, overlooking the ocean.

We also went to the weird old man's Christmas lodge, where it's Christmas 365 days of the year.