Wet Toes
Written by Tom McNally
This is what we had come for. We were deep in the Icelandic highlands. The nearest tarmac was three days’ long ride and we had no idea where the nearest human being was. The sense of freedom was palpable.
This is what we had come for. We were deep in the Icelandic highlands. The nearest tarmac was three days’ long ride and we had no idea where the nearest human being was. The sense of freedom was palpable.