Using precious annual leave to do anything other than lie motionless by a pool has never appealed to me. So a trip to Iceland, where winter days are long and dark, bikinis are swapped for thermals and walking boots are the only footwear necessary, was entirely outside of my comfort zone.
But my five days here were more rejuvenating than any other holiday I’ve taken. Granted, I spent the whole time in a puffer coat and balaclava, and learned more about snow tyres than I thought possible; but I also hiked up waterfalls, swam in hot springs and trekked across black sand beaches.
